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The God Damn Batman
- Joined
- Feb 15, 2013
News vans parked outside the Gotham National Museum were unloaded hours ago, reporters all started to stream to the companies they worked for, reporting on the story of the year, Bruce Wayne had just returned to Gotham ten hours ago and was already throwing his weight and power around. In the span of a few hours Bruce had bought out the Gotham Museum for the night, hired the best jazz band in the city and had it catered. Once that was all finished, invites had been sent to all the wealthy people of Gotham and of course they were all showing up to try and get on Bruce's good side and gain some wealth from the man.
An hour after the reporters started to talk cars arrived at the Museum and Bruce was the first to arrive in a Royal Blue Rolls Royce. An older gentleman in a black suit stepped out of the drivers seat and moved to the back door to open it for a strapping man in a black tux with a thin long tie. He swept his dark brown hair back and looked back right at each camera the reporters were talking into and gave each camera a sly grin, knowing that they were all looking at him.
Bruce walked up into the large museum and waited for men and women to arrive in the building, the man held a flute of something bubbly and mostly clear in his left hand while he greeted some people when they walked by. Bruce really didn't want to even be at the party but needed people to think he was the playboy that they expected him to be, plus he had invited every slime ball in the city in order to see who was still active after he had left Gotham when he was eight....
Music filled the museum and the sound of men and women mingling echoed off the walls. Bruce, the six and a half foot tall giant of a man found himself looking over a set of armor worn by Samurai. The man frowned at the armor and the fact that it was fake, he had studied enough armor to know what was real and not upon a good once over, lost in his own thoughts he had no idea he was about to meet someone that would change his life forever.
An hour after the reporters started to talk cars arrived at the Museum and Bruce was the first to arrive in a Royal Blue Rolls Royce. An older gentleman in a black suit stepped out of the drivers seat and moved to the back door to open it for a strapping man in a black tux with a thin long tie. He swept his dark brown hair back and looked back right at each camera the reporters were talking into and gave each camera a sly grin, knowing that they were all looking at him.
Bruce walked up into the large museum and waited for men and women to arrive in the building, the man held a flute of something bubbly and mostly clear in his left hand while he greeted some people when they walked by. Bruce really didn't want to even be at the party but needed people to think he was the playboy that they expected him to be, plus he had invited every slime ball in the city in order to see who was still active after he had left Gotham when he was eight....
Music filled the museum and the sound of men and women mingling echoed off the walls. Bruce, the six and a half foot tall giant of a man found himself looking over a set of armor worn by Samurai. The man frowned at the armor and the fact that it was fake, he had studied enough armor to know what was real and not upon a good once over, lost in his own thoughts he had no idea he was about to meet someone that would change his life forever.