23 year old Bruce at a party, chatting up a supermodel, stiffening suddenly and hissing, “Shit. Shit.”

Her luminescent smile slides off her face. “What’s the matter?”

Bruce closes his eyes. “I came here with a little boy. Black hair, blue eyes, about three foot ten. I need to find him.” Bruce steps around her, but she stops him with her hand.

“We can help!”

“Pardon?”

“The girls and I?” She gestures to the models staggered throughout the room. “We can help you find him.”

And that’s the story of how twenty or so models went dashing around the venue, peeking under chairs and searching nooks and crevices. 8 year old Dickie Grayson was found napping under the bar counter by the new face of Prada.