Post by Dark Detective on Nov 12, 2012 14:55:01 GMT -5
Bruce was holding a ball at Wayne Manor, to raise money for the poorest of the city that he had been trying to help for a while now, from fighting crime undercover as a lowlife thug with just a knife for protection, to giving money to the city to help them out in these difficult times. He still wanted to do some good as Bruce, not wanting to pull too far away from that identity, his real identity, that had quite a lot of power, and someone who the public actually listened to, even though they were mostly the rich public that didn‘t give a damn about the bad areas of the city where the unlucky ones lived and died of hunger. He walked through the large room where the ball was being held, with huge crowds of people spread around it, eating snacks from the tables and drinking the wine that the people Bruce had hired gave out. A woman came up to him, and wrapped her arm around his, giving a smile through her lips that were covered by dark red lipstick as a news photographer took their picture with a large camera that shot out a bright flash as he clicked a button that was on top of it.
“So Bruce, enjoying the party?” The woman asked staring up at him, arm still around his, and the photographer running off to take pictures of the other guests. “Yes, I am. Mrs. Hill.” He replied in a normal voice, as he analysed the room, going from one person to the next but standing where he was, and acting like he was just enjoying the scene.
“Hill, told me so much about you.” She said trying to start another conversation but he took not much notice of her. “Your husband is a good man. Runs this city well. I was pleased to hear last week that he would continue being mayor.” Bruce replied removing her arm from his, and moving onwards.
“I’m sorry, but I must meet with the other guests.” He apologised to her and she nodded before he continued going off, moving through the crowds and to the end of the room where Alfred stood, awaiting him. Bruce stood by the wall next to the old butler who had spent most of his life looking after him, and Bruce gave him a lot of respect for that, definitely for him helping a young boy get over the lost of his parents which would have been hard to get through alone.
“Is he here?” Bruce asked in a quiet voice.
“Not yet, Master Wayne. But I’m sure he’ll be here any minute.” Alfred replied.
“So Bruce, enjoying the party?” The woman asked staring up at him, arm still around his, and the photographer running off to take pictures of the other guests. “Yes, I am. Mrs. Hill.” He replied in a normal voice, as he analysed the room, going from one person to the next but standing where he was, and acting like he was just enjoying the scene.
“Hill, told me so much about you.” She said trying to start another conversation but he took not much notice of her. “Your husband is a good man. Runs this city well. I was pleased to hear last week that he would continue being mayor.” Bruce replied removing her arm from his, and moving onwards.
“I’m sorry, but I must meet with the other guests.” He apologised to her and she nodded before he continued going off, moving through the crowds and to the end of the room where Alfred stood, awaiting him. Bruce stood by the wall next to the old butler who had spent most of his life looking after him, and Bruce gave him a lot of respect for that, definitely for him helping a young boy get over the lost of his parents which would have been hard to get through alone.
“Is he here?” Bruce asked in a quiet voice.
“Not yet, Master Wayne. But I’m sure he’ll be here any minute.” Alfred replied.