It was by the insistence of his younger charges that Bruce Wayne accepted the offer of collaboration put out by Lady Gaga, and at first it looked like the joint campaign would work surprisingly well. Lady Gaga's very active philanthropic and activist efforts
trumped even his own work under his playboy persona, covering the whole wide spectrum of hot button issues that a simple batarang or a few threats to the superstitious and cowardly lot of crooks could never hope to accomplish.
His first hint to how badly this would come out should have been the fact he took advice based on the pop culture interests of his child and teenage sidekicks. No... that wasn't it. The first hint should have been the way she looked when she arrived to their
Savile Row announcement. With her hair in a hot pink, a simple green skirt skirt around her waist and a single bra with gatling guns sticking out over her breasts, Lady Gaga looked like she'd dressed up to join one of the crazier ensembles of villainy Bruce
took down as Batman every night. The following press coverage garnered more buzz about what kind of statement her clothes made than the cause she was fighting for. Despite this, Bruce went through with the plan, signed the agreement, kept to his work on the
streets while the star set everything up.
That led to tonight. Bruce stood in his special suite of the concert hall behind bulletproof glass, an expected attendance, fighting the urge to grit his teeth between a smile when he saw what Lady Gaga wore as she took the stage.
"Good evening!" Lady Gaga shouted in her microphone to the screaming crowd. "I know why I'm here, you know why you're here, but let's make it official."
Bruce could hardly hear the performer as he took in the long full-body red dress, the pillbox hat with its white feather, the wavy black hair and most of all, that necklace. It wasn't quite the same, the one he remembered was far more ornate, but it conjured
up his nightmares all the same. Tonight, Lady Gaga had decided to take the stage as her -- his dead mother, Martha Wayne.
Lady Gaga wrapped her white gloved hands tighter on the mic. "We're here tonight for a good cause. Every ticket purchased by every one of you is going straight to Martha Wayne Memorial Campaign to End Violence, headed by Gotham's very own Bruce Wayne! Give
us a wave, Bruce!"
He did as expected, waving to the cameras out there in the audience, his image up on the screen for a brief moment before the flickered back to the star of this event.
"As you might have guessed, the campaign is named after good Mrs. Wayne, who lost her life to criminal violence. She may not be with us to share her side of the story, but I like to think that she's here with us in spirit, she can see all the love and good
will we brought here tonight ... and right now, she's saying it's time to PARTY!"
In one swoop, Lady Gaga grabbed the shoulder buttons at the top front of her dress and pulled straight to her feet, unveiling the less-than-classy attire she'd been hiding behind the long red cloth. She was essentially nude, barring the strips of newspaper
pasted across her breasts, crotch and randomly across her body. Each strip bore a word or phrase, from 'Gangs' and 'Drugs' to 'Shameless' and 'Sleazy', with the occasional fake bloody scratch or gash. As if the bounds of taste had not been tested enough,
a couple strings of pearls dangled from between her legs and off her obscured nipples.
[Martha Wayne look based on http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111102151723/marvel_dc/images/4/42/Martha_Wayne_0001.jpg]
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