Lincoln Park Illinois, suburb of Chicago.
Frank Martinbaum drove his car through the older section of the city, until reaching his family home. A beautiful mansion estate shrouded in a gated fence line, amid ivy shrubbery, that weaved in and out of its bars. The scenic feel of the property forced Paige Turner to release her seatbelt, in order to assist her in leaning forward on the dash, for a better sense of its beauty. In doing so Mister Frank nearly ran through his own gate due to admiring Paige's own scenic beauty. Her tits dangling low as her folded arms clung to the dash, and her stunning butt cheeks lifting from the leather upholstery, caught his eye. Refraining from further glances he managed to weave the path heading up toward his ancestral home. Old yes, but well taken care of. Paige even spotted an older woman pruning the flowers along the yard.
"Your home is sooo beautiful, Mister Frank. I feel like a Princess coming home to a castle."
"It can be your home whenever you visit, My Ruby Slipper."
"Shouldn't I wear something? We didn't stop for new jammies like you said."
"The truth is I already have your jammies. They're up in your new room."
"I get my own room?"
"A playroom, yes."
"Won't I be sharing your room, Mister Frank?"
"Occasionally. You will understand better very soon."
"This is an awfully big place for a Plastic Surgeon."
"It has belonged to my family since 1878. My great, great grandparents moved here after coming to America from Germany. I won't bore you with their life history. Needless to say, they did quite well for themselves. I inherited the home two years ago when my mother passed away. My brother and I reside here. He and his son Robin. Lawrence, my brother is away to Los Angeles on business. He too is a plastic surgeon. He consults with the rich and famous. He comes highly recommended by the Hollywood community. If not for our history here he really should just move there."
"You don't come highly recommended, Mister Frank?"
"Unlike my brother I prefer to keep my services closer to home. He leaves young Robin here with me, the lad like you is a tad bit shy and it gives Lawrence time to how shall I say it, enjoy the wealth." Namely, his clientele! Favors for favors!
"Robin?" She playfully dramatizes her next words, "Are you really, Bruce Wayne?"
"Adorable. No, my dear! I'm not Batman. Although my brother can be a bit Two-Faced."
She snorted, hiding her laugh at his villainy jest, catching on instantly. "You're such a Joker, Mister Frank."
"Harley my strong suit." He chuckled.
Paige couldn't stop smiling. Frank Martinbaum had turned out to be more charming than she imagined. She loved a good sense of humor. "Is your Butler named Alfred?"
He paused with a dumbfounded glare. "Strangely enough that is his name. Well, it's actually Alfredo. Quite close though."
"Whoa!" She sensed a connection. "Is there a Batcave beneath your home?"
"Not that I'm aware of. A dusty wine cellar. Although there could very well be a secret room from the Prohibition days. That can be turned into the Batcave if you like."
"Yay! Can we put a giant penis; I mean penny in there? And a T-Sex dinosaur?"
"Your youth simply amazes me."
"Old enough. Young in spirit." She confirms with a dramatic nod.
"You certainly bring out my own inner child."
"That's what I'm here for. Let's play, house. Or is that Bat Cave, I still think you're Brucie Wayne."
"Fair enough. Let's start off with getting cleaned up." He leaned over to emphasize a devilish grin, "Rough day chasing down, Pussy Woman."
"At least we didn't get chased by the mean ole' Scarecrow. We got the good straw guy this time." Scarecrow from Oz! Whew!
"Narrowly escaped his doppelgangers arrival I'd say."
"That was close." She wiped her brow and feigned discarding built up sweat.
Pulling his car inside a rather large garage she noted that he had multiple cars. Some classic from the 1930's. "Those belonged to my great, great grandfather. Bootleggers back in the days of Capone. There might even be some bullet holes from Tommy guns."
"Tommy must have been a big meanie."
"Ohhhh, yes! He most certainly was." He pulled out his cellphone then eyed her, "Why don't you show your father the cars. He's likely waiting for another call from you. I'll have my Butler Alfredo draw us a bubble bath."
"Okay, Mister Frank. You're lucky I'm Bathgirl not Pussy Woman. Cats hate water." She waited on him to open her door, hearing him tell Alfredo to fill the tub with lots and lots of bubbles. Climbing out she took a stroll about aimlessly with her teddy bear Fuzzy and her cell from his bag. Keeping Frank in her sights she called her father Lonnie.
Lonnie was at home, having just taken a shower, and now drying off. Snatching up his cell he answered. "Hey Princess! Still doing alright?"
"I'm having fun. We just got to Mister Frank's home. It's humongous. He told me to call you while he's arranging a bath for us. I'm going Facetime to show you his really old cars." Setting up the format she now faced her father. "Hi." A playful kiss over her cell screen, he chuckled at her giddiness. With a swift scan of the garage Lonnie puckered. "That's a Model-T Ford. Nice! Packard too. He certainly has good taste."
"Of course, he does. He wanted me, didn't he?" She giggled. "I still can't find the Bathmobile." Right over his head!
"I'm glad you're having fun, Sweetheart. I'm going to get online for a bit and try not to worry about you."
"Go on my Tender site. I'm curious if Dillon wrote me back."
"Comic Con guy, right?"
"Yep! After sending him my party video I worry he won't write me back."
"If he doesn't, he doesn't. After all that you're doing I'll still treat you to the Con."
"Yay!" Losing her excitement, she then whispered, "I think Mister Frank is Batman. He has a nephew named Robin, and a butler named Alfredo." Ah! That was the Bathmobile reference! Now he understood.
"As long as there's no Mrs. Batman hiding, you'll be fine."
"Ooooo! I wonder if Mister Frank likes cats? He did say he liked Pussy Woman." So precious!
"Pussy, I'm certain. Make sure he wears a condom."
"He did at the park."
"Good job! You go enjoy yourself. Text me later."
"Okay. Oh... Jeff."
"Second boy during Seven Minutes in Heaven?"