Bruce Wayne prided himself on his ability to handle almost any situation. His physical and mental training left him as a paragon of preparedness. So when he woke up in a room other than the one he went to sleep in, he wasn't taken too aback by it. It had happened before during his crime-fighting career.
Granted, he normally didn't wake up in beds with silk sheets that made the ones in Wayne Manor feel like shag carpeting. And the very naked, very busty Catwoman laying beside him was new as well. Bruce was certain that her breasts weren't normally that big.
All in all, while he was alert to the possibility of danger, he didn't feel like there was any yet. He had bedded Catwoman before, so that wasn't what bothered him. No, what bothered him is that he couldn't REMEMBER taking her to bed. He didn't remember entering this room.
Something had happened. He just didn't know what.
He looked around. The bed was huge. Opulent. Like something Ra's Al Ghul would sleep in. The headboard bore a Bat motif, and the walls were adorned with various paintings of Bruce in varying Batman suits. Some looked practical, showing him in fights with villains he didn't recognize, but other Batsuits looked more along the lines of royal regalia. One side of the room bore a large bookshelf, filled with first editions, a nearby door leading to what seemed to be a massive bathroom. Nearby, a muted television broadcast the news, a vapidly smiling Cat Grant talking onscreen.
Bruce looked around, spotting an elegantly carved nightstand (again with a Bat motif), picking up the television remote and unmuting the TV, turning down the volume so as not to wake Catwoman yet.
“...the Justice Empire of the Americas celebrates our glorious overlord Bruce Wayne, the Bat King,and his marriage to his tenth wife, Lady Shiva. The marriage comes after the successful dissolution of the League of Assassins, its leader Ra's Al Ghul set to be executed this afternoon by the Bat King's most loyal servant, the Joker. Rumors are flying, though,that the Bat King's sixth wife, Ra's own daughter Talia, will plead for her father's life...”
Bruce muted the TV, stunned. Somehow,overnight, he had become ruler of at least half the world. And was married to ten women.
“What the hell happened last night?” Bruce said softly, laying back in bed.