Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Dec 18, 2013 0:18:50 GMT -5
Dick could never lead himself to disappoint Kory. And she had been talking and dropping a lot of hints over this Gala they were invited to. Though Dick never said right out if he'd be able to go or not. With work and well...more work, he didn't feel he had the time. It wasn't a matter of making the time, it was a matter of getting him to go. But he didn't want to disappoint Kory. These types of gatherings were not what he cared for. This seems more the something Bruce would be showing up for, at least for the media. Then again, there was Selina this time. And Dick was wondering who all she had invited. He even notice Roy had been invited. How did she even know him? It didn't matter at this point. Dick knew Kory's heart was set on going, so there was no point in backing down now. He had gone out anyways and got a new suit for the event. Formal events like this, he did not care to dress up so much for. Though proper up bringing with Alfred had at least set some standards in him to follow for such times. A rather nice cut and fitted suit would work. Black was an easy way to go to look formal. And the suit was paired off with a tie and his best black leather suits. It was all he could manage for the short time he had given himself to be set for this event. As for the car, he got a good deal with a friend of an auto company to take this car out for some time. He could finalize the deal if he would like. Though Dick was happier riding his motorcycles. He liked to keep things simple and to not be in the spotlight, especially at events such as this. Dick had finally gotten ready with some time to spare. It was hardly a drive to Kory's and he was already on his way up to her place. Music could be heard coming from her apartment. A slight smile came to his face. Not bothering to knock, he unlocked the door with his key and entered. Walking into the apartment, he followed the sound of the music. And there he stood outside her door way. As relaxed as ever and waiting. "I thought you'd be saving all the dancing for the party," Dick replied. He walked over to kiss her and ready to lead the way. "Ive got the jaguar for a while. We better head out soon," Dick replied.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2013 1:34:21 GMT -5
[Bruce's suit worn for the Metropham Gala]
Nah, it didn’t bother Bruce in the least bit about going to Selina Kyle’s Metropham Gala with an unknown blind date – set up by the Golden Princess of Gotham herself. Selina had fabulous taste and knew how to provide a choice pick date for Bruce who would easily compliment and gracefully highlight his posh, playboy, Gotham-royal image. Bruce Wayne, the Prince of Gotham, was never at a grandiose event without a stunning girl (or three) to drape over his well-dressed arm. He was known for his wild antics with women of all calibers in fame and fortune – the Son of Gotham and who his “flavor of the week” happened to be was a constant buzz among the endless media tabloids. As of late, the press had been focusing on the few and far between glimpses captured of he and Miss Selina Kyle together on multiple occasions within the city. Yet? Much to the shock of the paparazzi the Prince of Gotham, Bruce Wayne, would not be attending tonight’s event with Gotham’s Golden Princess, Selina Kyle. Instead…? He had been promised to another figure of high society… A mystery date, one whose identity had been kept so secretive even Bruce was grasping at straws in guessing her name. Funny. Selina would set him up with a blind date to her own event, rather than go as his date. Curious, but… Didn’t curiosity kill the cat and all that…? Brushing off Selina’s allusive intentions, Bruce spent the last half hour to finish getting ready for tonight’s event, the Metropham Gala. Donning a stunning charcoal grey, three piece, trim-fit, designer suit. A crisp, black, collared dress shirt complete with a silken black tie, was neatly tucked beneath the dark grey suit vest. Black freshly shined and sleek loafers were his dress shoe of choice. A single button, sheen and sleek dark steel gray blazer finished off the sharp, high end fashion, designer label, and expensive formal suit of choice – worn with stylish perfection by Bruce. His thick, pristinely trimmed, short black hair was slicked back from his nearly clean shaven, chiseled, pale face. Blue eyes were as clear cut as razors against ice, teeth bright and sparkling white, and after a bit of designer cologne was applied alongside the spice of his aftershave, Bruce was ready to pick up his blind date and head off with her to the night’s high-profile soirée. It didn’t take long for the inky black sports car, Ferrari in make, to arrive at the destination of the directions Alfred had input to the GPS. The structure and location looked more than familiar… It would dawn on him as he made his way past the pleasantries of doormen and personal assistants and was lead right into the main living room – Diana Prince resided here! His blind date was with Miss Diana Prince… Or better known to him as, Wonder Woman! ‘Nicely done, Selina.’ Bruce thought as a boyish grin slid across his lips upon seeing a flash of something red and glossy catch his glacial gaze. ‘You matched the Gotham royalty with TRUE royalty. The Prince of Gotham has a blind date with the genuine Princess of Amazon. Touché.’ Standing there in the living room as though he had just stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine, his smile grew as Diana made her complete entrance. “Diana,” Bruce’s light-hearted tone acknowledged the Amazonian Princess with a casual grin. “You are the most ravishing blind date I’ve ever had the pleasure to wine and dine!” He opened the lapel of his chic dark gray blazer and pulled out a single, specially color onyx black rose – silver highlights trimmed along the petal’s edges, a single blush of deep red dotted the flower’s center. The rose was small enough to work as a posh little fashion pin to be worn on dress or in hair. He offered the rose pin to her, easily willing to affix it to where ever she’d like – if she so chose to don his flower, that is. “Gotta’ admit, this rose’s beauty pales in comparison to your own. And you do look beautiful, Princess.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 18:33:54 GMT -5
When Bruce Wayne complimented her beauty, the look on Princess Diana’s face was absolutely priceless. She literally beamed with surprise and joy (and some relief, to be honest). Her radiant smile only added to her natural beauty as she approached Bruce and greeted him with an extended right hand. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Wayne,” she said, addressing him formally. “I must say, I believe Selina Kyle has excellent taste in men.”
Diana’s two bodyguards watched discreetly as Diana took Bruce’s hand in hers and leaned into him, pressing her full, luscious lips softly against his chiseled right jaw. Then she moved to the left side and kissed that cheek as well. Everything about Bruce was intoxicating to her - - his handsome features, his manly attire, and even the alluring fragrance of his aftershave cologne. After the kisses, she gave him a hug before pulling away from him. Then she watched curiously as he retrieved the onyx rose from the inside of his blazer and presented it to her.
“I don’t know what to say,” Diana confessed, admiring the beautiful ebony petals. “I have never seen anything like it before in my life!” Then she took the pin from him, pointed to the left side of her gown, and smiled. “No one has ever given me such a beautiful gift, Mr. Wayne. As a matter of fact, I have a feeling that tonight is going to be a night full of ‘firsts’ for me.”
By now, Diana’s spirit was soaring. The date hadn’t even begun yet, and she was already convinced that it couldn’t get any better than this! Despite his reputation, Bruce Wayne intrigued Diana. She had never seen this charming side of him before, and now she knew why he was so popular with the ladies. Bruce Wayne was quite a catch; Selina had been too generous. Now Diana was wondering what the evening had in store for both her and Bruce. Hopefully, neither one of them would be disappointed.
“Shall we depart?” Diana asked Bruce awkwardly, not knowing what to do and watching him for some sort of cue.
Suddenly, without being told, one of the bodyguards went to the closet and retrieved Diana’s red-white-and-blue star-spangled cape and brought it to her. Walking over to Bruce, he handed it to him and motioned with his head to drape it around Diana’s shoulders. It complimented Diana’s dress perfectly and actually tied her entire outfit together. There was no mistaking who she was. Everyone at the Gala would instantly recognize the beautiful woman on Bruce Wayne’s arm.
Meanwhile, Diana was enjoying the moment. Tonight, she wasn’t a super-heroine or an ambassador. She wasn’t Wonder Woman or Diana Prince. Tonight, she was simply a Princess, and she was delighted that Bruce Wayne had gone the extra mile to make her feel like one.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 14:17:26 GMT -5
'Clean shirt, new shoes and I don't know where I am goin' to. Silk suit, black tie, I don't need a reason why.They come runnin' just as fast as they can coz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.' Jean-Paul was getting dressed for the Gala he was invited to while listening to Sharp Dressed Man by ZZ Top.
He listened to the song for another few minutes while finishing up his preparations for the Gala. He knew very little about the people throwing the specail event, he had heard of miss Kyle before when Bruce had mentioned her.
"And done" he said to himself when he finished getting dressed. He checked himself once more in the mirror before he left just to make sure everything was good, then he proceeded to grab the keys of the motorcycle Bruce had lent him and headed out the door towards the apartments garage.
Jean-Paul was feeling good being invited to this Gala as he had rarely ever been to a charity function let alone one designed to bring two major cities together.
Finally arriving at the parking lot Jean-Paul took out the motorcycle keys from his pocket and proceeded to turn on the bike. Putting on his helmet, he left swiftly for the Gala for he knew that if he had been just a little bit longer in his preparations he would of been late.
Jean-Paul Valley Jr Suit:
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 19:32:08 GMT -5
One hand clutched the beautiful invitation that she’d found amongst her paperwork while the other pulled her hair from its clasp. She walked across the entrance of her flat and came upon her two guards who were sitting watching the television. Elise leaned against the bar and crossed her arms. “First weeks back in Gotham and I’ve invited to a Gala,” she grinned and waved the invite, “but you know I can’t go alone, that would just be embarrassing. So which one of you would like to go, I’m sure there’ll be singles there to flirt with.” The last part she sang and instantly both men were looking at her. She pulled out one of the stools from the bar and took a seat. She knew a battle of wits was about to break out and all she had to do was sit back and watching. They never got violent with one another, a thing Elise was happy about for several reasons. She didn’t have to take one to the hospital or have a mess to clean up. She also didn’t have to worry about getting another guard or having to be exasperated with either of them. These two had become more like brothers and friends to each other and her over the several years she’d had them employed. They argued, but never harmed the other. The argument lasted only a few minutes before the taller and lankier of the two turned to her. She smiled at Dyson whose green eyes were filled with glee. “You only want to come because you’re hoping to meet a hot rich guy,” she accused playfully. Yet that night, she and her escort got ready for the gala. She wore no necklace, but adorned herself with beautiful crystal earrings and bracelets to compliment her short dress. Usually you wore long dresses to galas, but not Elise. Why should she? So when she stepped out of her limo she was wearing exactly what she wanted. Dress: Hair:
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 21:14:30 GMT -5
Smoothing down her dress, Barbara was getting ready along with her father for the Gala tonight. The red-head was wearing a beautiful slimming form-fitting floor-length A-line black dress with a one shoulder cross-chest strap with ribbons connecting the bodice and strap in a criss-cross fashion. It wasn't high-class or flashy but was formal enough for an event such as this. Barbara glanced over to her father and saw him...well, Barbara knew when her father was in thought. She was his daughter after all!
A long time has passed since her mother died and her dad had to raise her on his own from that point on. And it still hurts both of them. Walking toward her father, she turned him around to look at him. He had a solemn expression on his face. With a gentle comforting smile, she readjusted his bow-tie. "Come on Pops, don't wanna be late now."
Barbara walked out the door and entered the car, she waited for her old man for a few minutes and then when he was settled they drove off to the Gala.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 22:41:46 GMT -5
"Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; A te fortuna (a te fortuna, a te fortuna) non Manchera. Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; A te fortuna (a te fortuna, a te fortuna) non Manchera.
"Sono il factotum della citta, Sono il factotum della citta, Della citta, della citta, Della citta!!! La la la la la la la la la!"
Harvey sung Figaro's Aria as he got dressed. Yes, it was a black tie only event and yes it was winter so a tux with a vest was the most appropriate...
The Detective was not going to this for work. He was going to this for fun. Yeah it was a big important thing with a good thing behind it and he was a city official blah blah blah blah.
NO. Harvey Bullock has lived most of his life easily and seemlessly blending into the city from which he was born. If anyone truly personified Gotham it was Harvey. He was dirty, rude, loud, dangerous and not so nice to look at. Batman could go brood all day and pretend he was Gotham's one love, but Harvey was her first scorned love. She's chewed him up and spit him out a hundred times over through his life.
He nearly took his own life a couple of years ago because she was getting to him so much. Harvey got through it and here he was (not to mention he had noticeably lost weight and that makes any man feel great).
He also was thinking a bit out of the box here. Seriously, why do all the dames get to be the belles of the ball? Can't Harvey be Cinderella for once in his life.
Yes, Harvey. You are cinderella tonight. Do it up! Our favorite cliche detective has broken those sterotypes with that sharp cocktail jacket, pink salmon oxford and TEAL PANTS, DEAL WITH IT. Harvey saw some sequined shoes while he was out, but he didn't want to take the Cinderella thing that far.
Also, wouldn't he be much more noticeable to the ladies when all those other schmucks were all standing around like a flock of penguins? Peacock, baby, peacockin' to the max, baby.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 13:56:37 GMT -5
Mizz Stone checked herself over in her mirror before finally putting on her hat and glazing a little lip stick across her lips. She was dressed in an Aztec print cocktail dress, one of her favorite bolero hats, and her eye patch was covered in jewels to match her dress. Her boots matched her eye patch. She draped a coat modeled after a crow war shirt over her shoulders before she mounted up on Vassago's back. Her dress was short enough that she should have been riding side saddle, but that's why she wore the coat, so she could mount and dismount her horse and still attempt to be lady like. She rode through downtown, gaining many strange and curious looks, but as usual she greeted just about anyone she crossed paths with on her way to her destination. Mizz Stone had a distinct sense of fashion. She draped her body in the cultures of the Southwest and Latin America. She looked like some sort of eccentric character from a western with the combination of the crow war shirt and bolero. When she would eventually get to the gala she would leave the hat on but put her coat in the coat check. its not like the coat checker would have a hard time forgetting whose coat it was... Vassago was even all gussied up. His main was braided tightly and his saddle was full of the colors of the sunset; purple, magenta, red, orange and a touch of yellow. It had teal details and went very well with her boots. She wore a gun under her dress on a holster strapped to her thigh. The only way anyone would be able to tell that she had a gun was if they patted her down for it or she had to get it out for any reason. She had a carry and conceal license that was recognized in over 42 state. While retired as a Texas Ranger, she's listed as inactive which means her authority as one remains back in Texas, and she could come back to it any time she pleased. She tended to keep her badge just in case anyone ever was debating on trusting her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2014 23:22:17 GMT -5
Well, Tim mused to himself, studying his reflection in the mirror, the suit certainly fit. That was good. Unsurprising, given Alfred had been involved and he'd been to a couple of fittings and everything, but. Yeah. Good. He tugged nervously on his silk waistcoat, straightening out the invisible wrinkles before reaching up to adjust his tie. He still wasn't sure he'd even tied it right; he'd looked it up on the internet and he'd practiced, and... And it still looked off. Somehow. Tim sighed through his nose and wished he'd worked up the nerve to ask Bruce for help before Bruce had left. He hadn't wanted to bother his mentor, though - Bruce was so busy as it was, and he had that date to worry about already, too - and asking Dick was right out, because that would've been an even bigger imposition, asking his brother all the way to the Manor just for Tim's stupid tie. He tugged at the knot a bit, then tightened it again, hoping the issue would iron itself out. It didn't. Tim pressed his lips into a thin line. People's impressions of him tonight would reflect on Bruce; everyone knew he'd been staying with the man. People's impressions of him would reflect on his comatose father, too, though less directly and not as immediately. Tim desperately didn't want to disappoint either of them. Unbuttoning his waistcoat, Tim flipped up his collar and tugged his tie off for what had to be the tenth time, returning to his computer to study the instructions again. Okay. He'd try again. Tim turned back to the mirror, comparing his efforts to the computer screen. The knot turned out oddly... Lumpy. But it was straight. Tim heaved a sigh. At least his ensemble was black on black on black. Maybe no one would notice. Hopefully no one would notice. He was risking being late as it was; there was no time for another attempt. He folded his collar back down neatly, smoothed the aggravating length of silk down, setting his tie pin so it would stay that way, then buttoned his waistcoat over it again before shrugging into his suit jacket. He grabbed his long wool coat (the nice one) and his gloves, then hurried down to meet the driver that had been hired to chauffeur him to the gala since Alfred had the night off to attend the party as well. Maybe the driver would know how to - No, he couldn't ask that. It'd be so rude. He'd just have to hope no one notice or, if they did, that they didn't care, and he was probably going to end up hiding most of the night anyway so it would be okay. Really. He wouldn't make Bruce look bad.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 4:10:26 GMT -5
Looking as radiant as Diana did with the way her sleek, supple, feminine body seemed to be poured into her elegant gown, she was beauty personified. This was a side of Diana that Bruce had never experienced firsthand – the woman behind all the “wonder”, he supposed. Up until now, his only interaction with the fellow Justice League member had been one of a business partnership. He had grown so accustomed to knowing Diana as the tough, no-nonsense Amazonian warrior, that he almost forgot the fact that she was still a princess, still very much a girl underneath the Wonder Woman guise. Without missing a beat he swiftly moved to affix the stylish little rose with deft fingers upon the indicated location of choice.
“C’mon, you don’t expect me to believe a Princess such as yourself hasn’t been showered in far more beautiful gifts before!”
He then took the offered notorious patriotic cape that belonged to none other than Wonder Woman, from the bodyguard and draped it respectfully around Diana’s slender shoulders. “Then again, any gift you’re given could never come close to being as beautiful as you.”
A charming grin flashed as he then offered the crook of his arm out for her to take. “One thing is for sure – the ‘first’ thing that needs to happen is for us to have some fun. So, yes Miss Prince, we shall.”
He then took lead with Diana affixed to his arm, taking subtle notes of her intoxicating and lovely scent, the way she felt pressed so close to him, the shine in her crystalline blue eyes... Opening the passenger door for her once they reached his car, he kept his gentleman’s manners intact. Once he settled into the driver’s seat, the sport car’s engine purred to life – soon on their way to the gala event of the night. Tonight was sure to be interesting indeed… And definitely a ‘first’ for him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 2:49:44 GMT -5
While there had been a few last minute preparations for Selina’s gala, Summer’s overall image had come together nicely with little time left. Deciding to get ready at the studios, her boss pounded on the door of her dressing room. “Alright Princess, hurry it up! You’ve got a Gala to cover. The boys are loading the equipment in the truck, just waitin’ on you!” The redhead might have rolled her eyes if her genius of make-up artist hadn’t been putting the touches on her smoky eye. Summer sat statuesque in her elaborate dressing room, fully aware of the time. Being the main media coverage for the event, it was necessary that she arrive fairly early so that she could cover the arrival of the other guests. Huge galas such as this were one of Summer’s favorite things to cover, simply because it called for the special treatment of all of the Gotham Live staff. She felt like a movie star as her hair was professionally done, arranged into spiral curls that cascaded down to the middle of her back. With some help of her dear friend Selina, who also happened to be the co-host of this much anticipated event, Summer managed to find the perfect outfit. Summer glanced toward the vanity as she spied the sheik invitation that swirled with gold that had been personally addressed to her – not Gotham Live – but to her personally. Butterflies fluttered endlessly in her stomach as her make-up artist took a step back from her subject. “Alright babe, you’re done! Positively gorgeous.” Summer took a moment to observe her reflection, beaming as she stood up. “Oh, you have absolutely outdone yourself! I love it. Thank you!” Her signature red lipstick was placed perfectly and worked pleasantly with her porcelain skin. All she had left to do was slip into her dress, step into her heels and fasten her jewelry; a simple 10 minute process. The dress she had chosen was just as flattering as it was expensive. It hugged her hourglass frame perfectly and managed to show off her ample chest and long, smooth legs. If she hadn’t been on such a time crunch, she would have taken a few more moments to admire her reflection; however, it was show time.
Rather than taking an extravagant town car or even a limousine, Summer was arriving in her Gotham Live News Van with her crew and plethora of equipment. The pretty redhead didn’t mind all too much, it gave her time to review the guest list, insure that her cordless microphone was working and that she had a list of questions prepared. Once the work was over, then she could play. Summer’s date had arranged to meet up with her after she was finished conducting interviews and rolling out Gotham’s red carpet in style. She was sure that this coverage was going to make a prominent boast in her career, and she hoped to do her dear friend Selina justice by focusing on the flattering view of the gala and its benefits. While she did hope to gain some personal advantages from this experience herself, she also didn’t want to disappoint Selina.
As she stepped out of the van, camera man following her. Summer took a moment to brush herself off and take a few seconds to warm up before the camera began rolling. Her pretty smile broke across her face as her camera man signaled he was prepared to start. Listening for his countdown, she held her cordless microphone the necessary distance from her face. Once the camera light flickered on, she was focused. “Good evening Gotham! I’m Summer Gleeson, and this evening I am fortunate enough to be attending and covering one of the much anticipated events of the season, Selina Kyle and Lex Luthor’s Metropham Gala…”
the sexy Summer is wearing this little number
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 6:40:39 GMT -5
What little girl didn't wish to do this when they were younger? The hair, the makeup, the shiny jewels, the dress, the shoes. As she had placed each item on, Selina had felt a pang in her chest grow, and grow. Bittersweet. From the corset she had picked, the foundation undergarments. From going to her bath, to having the stylist curl and pin her hair, to the makeup that had been artfully applied to her face. It all made her think of her mother, on a day that should have been spectacular. Fighting the pain was difficult, but doable. Afixxing both earrings to her lobes, the bracelets, the delicate necklace. She should have been there to help Selina. But that was the past. So while Charlotte put on her dress, and Selina helped with this and that, she waited, finally stepping out to her balcony for a smoke. What she wouldn't give to have someone else do this for her, and she could just go across the park, smoke a cigar, and watch old movies in the comfort of an old sweater. But no. She was an adult, and this was her party, and it would be fantastic. A spritz of perfume to walk through would eliminate the smell, and finally, she stepped into the dress sent to her earlier that day. Custom-made, one of a kind. It was emerald, fitted, and had layers of chiffon at the hem, fine hematite detailing at the top. Lex Luthor had written a card tucked inside that when he had passed the fabric, all he could think of was draping her in it. Bullshit, but lovely, nonetheless. So as she was zipped and hooked into it, she finally slipped into her shoes as well, a pair of shimmery, tall, grey things. Louboutins, she thought. They were comfortable, and would allow her to stay on her feet as need be. Gathering her skirt she moved to her nightstand, slipping a small object from it, into the bodice of her dress. Always better safe than sorry. Always. A quick once over in the mirror let her know she was ready. Makeup done, fragrance set, hair polished, jewels adorned, ah. She needed her small clutch. Inside she tucked her ID, lipstick, a few other errata. Her fingertip went to her right ear, and she smiled. Perfection. And so, she would grab her throw, make sure Charlotte had her ride, and away she would be. Early, of course, but that was expected as she was a dual host to Metropham, and had been on the same page with Luthor about doing a fine once-over of the area before officially opening the Gala.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 12:10:30 GMT -5
Green, Lex Luthor had a fondness for the color green, and the color purple and how they mixed together in that blatant and eye catching way. He never really understood why those colors had worked for him, possibly a memory from some happier moment or perhaps he just enjoyed boldness, but when asked to pick the initial color that he and Selina would wear for the first part of the evening, he picked a dark green, though he knew he'd need to change later as he moved from area to area. Green to meet the guests, but only the vest, only the accents. The suit itself would be black to draw attention to the chest, and thus push attention to the face, to the eyes. He put on the special tie himself, although he knew that he could have just had someone else help with the damned thing, it was a point of pride at this point. He hated bow ties, he felt that they were pointless affairs, but he tried one for tradition's sake before considering it and the vast white expanse. Not to mention, he couldn't quite get the bow tie to work properly, one bit always ended up too unclean. It was with a sense of twisted frustration and a perverse sense of power that he ended up throwing away the innocent bow tie, and just went for the straighter yet still special "normal" tie instead. Yes, that was significantly better. "It will have to do." He narrowed his eyes and checked the cufflinks, then his watch, then the chain, the ring, the little pieces of Jewelry that would just be expected of a man in his status. Then he looked again at the outfit. The entire ensemble cost a fortune, although not necessarily for the reasons that most people would assume. Lex Luthor tended to spend a significant amount of time and effort on his wardrobe, however. The pill slipped into his mouth, the small box in his left pocket. He considered himself in the mirror. It took far too long in the morning to get ready sometimes. And he really should find a better way to streamline the process. He spoke to himself with a clear voice. "I'm coming up, now." He walked out of the bedroom, and into the hallway, down past the main room, out of the suite entirely. Armed guards stood impassively as he continued to walk up the staircase. The woman had a briefcase which she carried with her, following beside Mr. Luthor. She didn't speak much, because she didn't need to, but he'd trusted her to secure the hallways. She'd do the final inspection of security en site. He walked carefully to the elevator. The man inside with the LexCorp badge turned the key and the elevator lurched. ANOTHER thing to repair and fix if he were to establish a permanent base of operations for LexCorp Gotham. . . No, this building wouldn't really do. He'd need to scout other places, but honestly, it might be easier to eventually just build from scratch. The faint tone of music played on the elevator loudspeaker before the elevator opened up into darkness and the sound of repetitive thuds. The LexCorp X33-Schuster was again, not quite a military helicopter, but only because the military hadn't finalized its bid on the thing. Settling inside the luxurious interior. He narrowed his eyes as he slipped his monocle on, waving his hand in the air while holding a tablet with the other. Last preparations, he put his thumbprint on the tablet and the woman nodded once. The helicopter lifted smoothly into the air, and he was en route to the Gala.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 23:51:29 GMT -5
Clark had only just arrived in Gotham a few hours ago, and was already in quite the rush. It's ironic, sometime's he can be faster than a speeding bullet, other times slow as molasses. But in his defense, it was Mr. White's idea to put him on the red eye the night before the Gala – giving him only few hours to prepare. He'd only just settled in his hotel room, which was quite luxurious. A large bed, nice decoration, and of course, mints on the pillow. This would be only a sample of the luxury he'd be treated to tonight. Even though it was on business (And Luthor would be there.) Clark was looking forward to the night ahead, if only for the experience and entertainment. However, the matter of clothing was to be addressed. Cracking open his suitcase, Clark found his tuxedo , which was in sublime condition considering the flight. Lois hand picked it from a selection he had tried on, and there was no use in questioning her judgment. The polyester coat fit nicely and actually complimented his frame nicely. And the silk bow tie brought the outfit together quite nicely. Clark found it embarrassing to admit that he admired himself in the mirror, but it wasn't everyday he wore something nice that wasn't red and blue. Speaking of which, the kryptonian suit rest in the reporter's briefcase, and was a pain to get past security unnoticed. He decided to keep it in the hotel room if it was needed; close enough to be easily accessible if it was needed, yet far enough away to avoid discovery. And with that, Clark put on his horn rimmed glasses and started out f his suite. Good or bad, this would be a night to remember.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 17:12:09 GMT -5
It wasn’t that Barbara didn’t like getting all dressed up to go alongside her father to these spectacular events. It was just that the attention that she seemed to get was unaccustomed to the well-behaved librarian. Trading her thick-rimmed glasses and plaid skirt for a sleek, floor length dress was not what she typically wore, though it fit her nicely. With a little help from her mentor and the co-hostess of this event, the teen was able to find a dress appropriate outfit that coordinated with her limited college student budget. Sure, she would be penny-pinching for the next few months, however it seemed as though the only thing she actually spent any money on were the endless repairs to her Batgirl costume.
Completely out of her element, she attempted to stick to her father’s shadow, though fate had other plans for her. This wasn’t like campus; the faces she saw were unlike those of the reckless students that accompanied her on her endeavor to graduation. In fact, this was all a bit of a culture shock. Assuming she was one of the youngest there, it was going to be difficult to socialize with individuals who had similar interests. Unless, the rest of her Bat family were to arrive on the scene, then perhaps this evening wouldn’t be as bad. It might be a bit of a surprise for them to see her wearing something other than a mouth piece and a sports bra. Eyes widening at the realization, she drifted away from her father and went in search of a familiar face.
Hoisting her skirts slightly to make walking easier, The redhead tossed her long waves of hair over her thin shoulders as she took the opportunity to explore, leaving her father’s sight and shadow for a change of scene.
outfit: click here
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