Batman

"Well, well," a sweet voice answered after the third ring. "You're finally calling for some booty?"

Wuming's lips pulled at the corners and the regret that he assumed to come did not get to his chest. He dropped down the bed, his legs dangling on the floor. "Hello there, Mistress."

"Hello there… Batman."

"Batman?" his eyebrows rose in amusement. "What made you say that?"

"Hmmm," said the voice and he heard some rummaging and the flicking of papers. "I actually got some information about you from when I tried getting your number the last time I called you."

"And that information says?"

"Don't worry, darling. I'm the only who knows. Actually, I'm burning all the papers I have on you right now," The Mistress said and Wuming heard something that resembled a lighter being flicked.

"Batman, is that going to be my new name?" he pried, trying to know what was it that she knew.