Date by charity (Bruce)

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Naomi was about to do something that she had never done before in her life. She intended on buying herself a date. Turns out Gotham's most desirable bachelor Bruce Wayne decided to have the bright idea of auctioning himself to one of Gotham's most wealthy Bachlorettes, the highest bidder would have Bruce Wayne at their mercy for a full 24 hours. morning to morning withe all the proceeds going to the GCPD. Honestly that was the whole reason she was doing this. Plus her last two dates went horrible because the men were jerks. At least Wayne she knew was nice.

"I sure hope Wayne knew what he was doing. Does he realize how many women would love to  force him to spend the night with them." Naomi found the perfect "Sumo form" as she liked to call it due to the forms very large Blubbery physique. She had to admit she actually liked the for. It reminded her of the body she had when she was a sumo wrestler.

Now that she knew what form she was going to have. She had to pick her outfit and this time she was going to go for as fancy as possible without going oober gaudy. Thankfully due to the wealth she had, she was able to get the outfit she wanted even the parts that had to be custom made. The only rough part was that the dress was tight around the top.


Appearance- Facial and body.


hair: note this is what her real hair looks like.

 
 Lips


Dress: Note Larger to accommodate her size.



 Titanium Bracelet


Jeweled Belt (again wider to accommodate her size)


Ring.


Necklace:


Earrings


Nails


Shoes

Naomi looked in the mirror and snicked . Good grief she was huge. She had to have weighed at least 500 lbs and the more she observed herself, she actually did look like a sumo wrestler and quite frankly she looked like one from  a heavyweight class. her belly and hips were large enough to make a carnival fat lady jealous, and her legs were like tree trunks designed to support a tank. For some odd reason looking at it now it did kind if bother her. She didn't understand why though before she was a cop, she was a wrestler and a performer. In fact, if it ever got to the point where she quit being a cop, she'd probably go back to being a wrestler. Gotham knew it definitely needed  more woman to break the stereotypical image of women that the city had.  With all that said why was she bothered her size now. The answer came to her as she soon as she asked

"Your conscious. you don't want to care, but you want to impress him....you know you can change into something else. you can play the thin supermodel just as well as you can play the larger than life wrestling woman." 


her mind snapped out of that. No this was the closest thing to her oni form she'd get looking like a human and it was the kind of form she was the most comfortable him. If She was too much woman for him to handle well at least they'd tried to have a good time together.

"Besides, maybe he'd like a woman that looks like she could knock him on his butt."

Still she found herself garbing her sumo outfit. She didn't know if she'd use it, but it wouldn't hurt to grab it just in case.  she got into her car and headed to the event.



The Place was packed with all sorts of women all of them practically looked to be millionaires if not billionaires so it was safe to say Naomi fit right in. she was greeted by woman who looked like she fit more in ancient Greece than Gotham city. the woman observed her before giving a sneer.



"Please. You really think you'll be able to woo Mr. Wayne? you look like you belong in a carnival freak show ."

Naomi just crossed her arms.

"Lady keep in mind the money is what talks. Not who's prettier."


the woman walked away in disgust.


Naomi  grumbled "Lady I'm five times your size and a whole lot more stronger than you are." 

Here thoughts were interrupted when the auctioneer came to the microphone.



"Ladies ladies. Welcome to the special "Date by Charity" Hosted by Wayne Enterprises. All proceeds go to the GCPD Now the way this works, Bid as High as you can. The Winner with the Highest bid will win a whole 24 hours with Gotham's most desired bachelor and CEO of Wayne Enterprises...MR BRUCE WAYNE!"

As if on cue, the man entered the stage. Woman started to scream to the top of their lungs. "We love you Mr. Wayne!" the auctioneer then leaned into Bruce's ear.

"I Hope you know what your doing Mr. Wayne. Most of these women look like they want to dig into you like a piece of meat." he then looked back to the participants.

"Alright the Date by Charity begins...Now! Do I hear $10,000 what about $20,000 do I hear $25,000?"

the bids continued to skyrocket to where now it was up to $750,000.

the only people left Naomi and that woman she met earlier.

"$1,000,000!"

"$1,250,000!"

"2,500,000!

Naomi got tired of this and wanted to end it once and for all

"25,000.000"

Everyone in the room gasped. Naomi's opponent just let her jaw drop "you're insane." With that she walked off.

"Um...Going Once going twice...sold to the lady in the red dress."

Naomi began to grin. Though it may have been odd, she felt like she one a victory today. Now the question was how was here date with Bruce going to go? The auctioneer in the meantime handed Bruce a contract.

"Now Mr. Wayne This contract states that you are to basically put yourself at the mercy of the winner for a full 24 hours. Exceptions being anything unlawful. or dangerous to your well being.  Failure to comply will result in the donated sum to be revoked and refunded back to donor. Sign here and here.

after paying the people auctioneer, Naomi went over to her newly won prize and gave a small bow.

"Hello Mr. Wayne. I hope I won't make these next 24 hours too uncomfortable for you."  She then flashed a smile.

Note: Basically what this means is that in theory Bruce would have to do what Naomi wants him to do. Now If she tries to force him to do something unlawful, or tries to do something like force him to have sex with her against his will, he can back out, and the contract is null in void. But if she wants him to get his hair done and nails done or participate in some kind of event well...your out of luck.  you won't have to worry about anything like that, but this is what the contract would be like if this was real life.















 

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Yet another one of the Gotham elite’s shameless ploys had inconveniently managed to rope Bruce in and make him take part. The shameless ploy of the hour? A bachelorette charity auction. An exclusive 24-hour date with the Prince of Gotham himself, Bruce Wayne, was the commodity up for bid. A slew of Gotham’s rich and famous bachelorettes were the bidders – highest bid would earn whatever lucky girl the chance to date a multi-billionaire for a full day, winning bid proceeds of course would be donated to whatever charity was being featured at the event. A fun, harmless idea in theory. But whenever things worked in theory they actually had a tendency to crash and burn in the real world. A 24-hour non-stop date doing whatever lucky winner bachelorette bimbette wanted (within viable reason, of course) made Bruce wither just a little inside. He’d rather be doing anything than spend a perfectly good day with some rich Barbie, like… Being water board tortured, or pulling microscopic shards of crushed glass out of his skin, or even listening to Superman give one of his patented boy scout speeches.

But? He had been cornered by the event coordinator and was somehow bombarded with enough guilt trip and pressure that he found himself accepting the role of being the main Item-de-Auction-o-Choice before he could even register the words “Sure, I’ll put myself up for bid,” as they tumbled out his mouth. Truly, he had no one to blame but himself. Well… It was just for 24 hours only. He could spare perhaps one day of working his bat-patrol around the city (even though it killed him to think of doing so.) Not to mention, this charity auction event would look good on his playboy multi-billionaire philanthropist image Gotham all knew Bruce Wayne so well for being.

Worst case scenario? He’d tap into his Tibetan monk meditation should the talking bimbo happen to ware down his very last nerve. Mental fortitude had always been his strongest asset. He’d need it more than ever for this little shindig he managed to tangle himself up with. Dressed in nothing but the finest and sharpest men’s suit of fashion – designed by some exclusive hot brand label like Hugo Boss or Gucci or something along those lines, he looked every bit like the billions of dollars he was well worth. His suit a chic slate grey, stylishly sharp in its tieless, three-piece design – capable of showing off his Adonis physique while still giving him a sophisticated fashionable appeal. Thick, short, ink black hair was combed back smooth atop his head to expose his chiseled, pale clean-shaven handsome face. Glinting like freshly cut steel, his intense blue eyes held their own ferocity against the unrelenting stage spotlights and endless camera flashes all attacking him at once the very moment he finally was announced and stepped up on stage before the auctioning crowd of squealing women who were all very rich and very single.

His journey from the Manor to the charity event had been one of a blur – and much like his arrival, he was suddenly present in the flesh, on stage, and ready to go be purchased for a one-time-only 24 date by some lucky winner tonight… The crazed bidding of the harpies began, piranhas feasting over the fresh bloodied meat that now entered their waters. Finally, a winner was declared – some wealthy blue blooded bimbette who had managed to outbid the rest of her fellow rich bimbos. That wealthy blue blooded bimbette being, Miss Naomi Yakasuma. The moment Bruce heard her name his attention was immediately tuned up to high alert.

He knew that name, had heard it before… Where? When?

A very quick and subtle search through his memory served to provide him the answers – Naomi Yakasuma is the name of a GCPD officer he once briefly encountered as Batman a while back. Was it coincidence that tonight’s winning bachelorette shared the same name as one of Gotham’s Finest? Or was the GCPD officer also a member of Gotham’s Rich Elite? The answer wasn’t as simple as he thought it’d be the moment he saw Naomi once he was led to her private table to sign their contract of consent.

The woman who sat before him somewhat resembled the police officer he remembered – if that policewoman happened to gain about 350 or so pounds in the last two or three weeks since he saw her last. This Naomi looked to weigh 500 lbs. and despite such girth was dressed rather fashionably in a high-end designer dress, stylish heels, and expensive jewelry – there was no way in hell the salary of an officer with Gotham City Police Department could ever hope to afford that! Puzzling and definitely surprising (and there was VERY little in this world that ever caught the Dark Knight by surprise) this evening event suddenly didn’t seem quite as agonizing as he originally thought.

“Congratulations on your big win, Miss Yakasuma.”   Bruce replied with a bright smile, subtly hiding the visual scan he was giving to Naomi’s facial profile.

Was it her underneath all that weight…? He nonchalantly signed the contract next to Naomi’s signature (committing the style of her penmanship to memory) and then took a seat across from the zaftig Asian woman. The eyes were the same, that much he was absolutely certain.

‘If it’s her, could she be a metahuman…? That might explain the drastic change of her extreme appearance.’  Bruce thought.

“Please,” Bruce then chuckled. “I’m protected by contract now. Do your worst.”   He leaned in close with a shark grin spread over his lips.

“I must say it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Yakasuma. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you hanging around in the socialite circles… Are you new in town? Or just shy?”

Sure, he would’ve never expected to go on a date with such a rotund woman but it didn’t put a damper on his charm or cause him any disgust or some juvenile desire to behave rudely. At the end of the day people were all the same… They all bleed.

(Example of Bruce’s suit below.)

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The moment she heard her real name not be spewed out once, but twice she let out a very audible ahh!! Shoot she didn't think about using one of her alias. It was a detail that slipped her mind for some odd reason. and how was she going to explain this? yeah someone like Gotham's wealthy elite probably would not bat an eye to detective Naomi, but Bruce was more than just the elite. and considering how much Bruce was an advocate of police (Or at least seemed to be), more than likely he knew of her. and he would know she didn't look like well...this Just great at this rate she'd reveal her oni form to him in about two hours. Would he believe her, surely if supermen and phyco clowns walked the earth, surely he could believe a shapeshifter existed. The truth was the best shot she had, and besides if for some reason this went anywhere the truth would have to come slowly.  She then grabbed him by the arm almost frantically. getting out of ear shot of everybody else. Before whispering.

"Look. I'm a detective for the Gotham City police you've probably seen  me around the streets. I'm a shapeshifter which is why I look very different just know this is my true human form, and before you ask, the reason why I can afford all this is because I'm actually very wealthy. No there are no bank records, and yes I do pay taxes and no that part is not fun. I know this is probably a shock but please bere with me. Normally I have an allis for this kind of thing, but for someone my mind just went blank over that detail."

Yep she blew it. the chance she had at a pleasant date and she blew it,

"your free to run if you want. if not I was just going to ask what you wanted to do. I reserved this really fancy hotel for us to go to, but we don't have to if you don't want to."

Fun fact: I forgot to give my character an alias. oops,




 



 

 

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Night was just starting and already he was 2 for 2 in points taken from his score. Rarely did Bruce ever find himself to be caught off guard throughout life – the last time he had truly been so was the night he became the sole survivor of the Wayne family. But? Here he was tonight, auction-bound in legal contract to go on a 24-hour date with the winning woman. Naomi Yakasuma happened to be that very winner. Her rather zaftig rotund form was entirely unlike any of the other women in attendance, let alone unlike anyone else attending the event, a woman of her weight (Bruce gauged her to be around 500 lbs. or so) certainly made of a sight that was hard to miss. Her size had been first in catching Bruce off guard that night, costing him 1 point in score. Funny enough, he lost the 2nd point for once again being caught off guard (even more so than before) by the first impression he got from her personality – immediately bombarding him with highly personal facts about herself.

Tonight had just been given the guarantee to be anything but boring. Given he had managed to earn quite the celebrity status for himself over the years, earning popularity and fame with countless millions as he became well known not just to those living in Gotham, but to all those living around the world, Bruce Wayne had managed to perfect his skillset of charm which enabled him to graciously and favorably interact with people of all types, coming from any walk in life. Not to mention, his nocturnal detective work required that he study all sorts of personalities, behaviors, thought processes, and so forth. So, in truth Naomi’s rapid fact firing hadn’t surprised him – what had, however, were the types of facts she felt the need to suddenly share with him in a hushed whisper.

A shapeshifting metahuman? Or was she something else entirely? Could she also read minds? Had she read his? Did she know he was Batman? Was that why she felt the need to unload all those characters about herself to him just then? Had she really just read his mind…? If she had, this would be the first time where he truly felt nothing and had remained completely unaware of her mind’s presence invading his own… His will was impressively strong having a fortitude of steel and was almost always hyper-acutely aware of when someone or something was attempting to gain access to his thoughts.

The shapeshifting ability she confessed to having confirmed his assumption, however. He decided to play things off as though she hadn’t read his mind (even if she had, he just wasn’t sure now…) and continue to perfectly act the part of being the playboy multi-billionaire Bruce Wayne.

“Heh, well, uh… Detective, the last thing I’d want to do upon first meeting one of Gotham’s Finest is break the law by violating the legal conditions of the contract we both just signed agreement to.”

Bruce flashed her a million-dollar grin against the sparkle of his deep sapphire blue eyes. He would now lean back and place his arm around Naomi’s shoulder in a respectful but carefree manner, posing perfectly right on cue for the blinding white sea of flashes now going off in waves around them, snapping picture after picture of Billionaire Bachelor Bruce with the auction winner’s Lucky Lover Lady…

Bruce then tilted closer against Naomi’s side, ignoring the school paparazzi piranhas currently all swirling around the both of them, and spoke just loud enough for her to hear, “Are you one of those metahuman types of people being a shapeshifter? I don’t think that’s the proper way to ask, but I’ve never been in the position to ask before. Then again, I’ve never had someone make a first impression with me by sharing a bunch of personal facts about themselves within the first 30 seconds of meeting.”

He grinned and once the paparazzi crowd died down, he removed his arm from around her shoulder. Looking over her closely, his head at a slight tilt, he finally asked, “Hell, so long as we keep within the legal limits of the contract, sky’s the limit for the next 24 hours, right Detective? Ever been deep sea cave diving?”