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Carmine greeted those who were introduced with a polite smile, and took the hand of the southern woman who introduced herself. Well calloused: she was a woman of the people. "So we're telling jokes?" He asked. "What's the difference between table one," Carmine gestured towards the table with Gotham's most elite, "and the Gotham zoo?"
He paused for a moment, "At the zoo they put bars between them and the animals."
He warmly shook the hands that were offered to him as he replied to Cobblepot, "It's wonderful to see that you're still working in Gotham. I fear I haven't been able to attend the Iceburg Lounge, though from what I've heard its opulence has only increased in my absence. Congratulations on the success, and on your beautiful date for the night." He smiled in the direction of Lola.
He reached out to shake Zahira's hand, then was surprised when the woman resumed her seat without completing the motion. He tried his best to ignore it and finally sat down, "It's a pleasure Ms. Ormarr. I don't think I've heard your name before. Did you arrive in Gotham via Metropolis, with Mr. Luthor?"
He frowned at the contraption that displayed a dish, and poked at it in the hopes that it would do something. It suddenly fuzzed and a thick steak with a sauce appeared upon it. Carmine stifled a cough as he smelled a cloying, beefy odor. Technology was unfriendly to a man like Carmine, who had grown up in an older era and had found great success before anyone could send a picture of anything they happened to see. He tried a few times to change the dish before sighing and hitting the obvious green button. Steak au Poivre was good at least, and since this was a Luthor event he could count on it being made right. He sampled a crab cake from a waiter after ordering, and found his confidence in Luthor's caterers to be well placed.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2014 0:34:50 GMT -5
Rooster chuckled and clapped Falcone on his shoulder.
"I like you, Falc, you better be willin' to cut some rug with me later in the evenin'."
Rooster sighed and took another drink of her whiskey after retracting her hand from Carmine. She smiled to the table and looked over to Cobblepot and Lola.
"What about you two, you got any good ones to tell, too?"
For a moment she let her eyes graze around the room before she pointed it at Oswald and Lola again. She ordered the Beef with a side one of the gratins. She could never get enough beef in her, also, for those of you that are dirty birds and thought beef meant something else... well the lady has her wants and needs doesn't she?
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The music began to swell as the holograms and the lights changed colors. An announcement plays through the hall, echoing with perfect resonant fifths. A calm female voice speaks “ Ladies and Gentlemen: The Presentation is About to Begin: Presenting your hosts: Lex Luthor and Selina Kyle” A swell of music, epic and sweeping. The waiters are thinning out, an invisible presence walking into the back kitchens, sitting in chairs along the walls, some fading behind the rising holographic images. Out of sight, out of mind, the illusion is starting, again, if there was any doubt before it was put aside now: this is Lex Luthor’s show. If nothing else, he does so enjoy being the center of attention. Name everywhere, glitter and glamour. Despite his background, or perhaps because of it, Lex Luthor understood the importance of showmanship, the value of the sleight of hand and razzle dazzle. He understood that a good idea without proper presentation was like a diamond in mud: Useless. The man himself stood on the precipice as the lights and subtle shifts in the shape of the room drew the eyes naturally towards him. There was no podium, no notes, he spoke from memory, a casual sense of presence. In all his aspect and avatar, enhanced by the glamour of technology, action and the weight of his own history. The Man of Tomorrow, the architect of the future, philanthropist, scientist, engineer, inventor, self-made billionaire, business magnate, author, man of war, seeker of peace, founder of one of the world’s largest mega conglomerates, Forbes’ Sexiest Man of the Year two years prior, and winner of the Land-o-Lakes Most Modest Man award for three years in a row (unfortunate rumors of irregularities among the judges aside) . . . Lex Luthor.
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“ Ladies and Gentlemen, members of the press, esteemed guests, thank you all for coming to the unveiling and introduction of a new Renaissance, a unique project that if successful might become part of a revolution that will allow us to build a Utopia that restores a broken promise made generations ago.” Lex Luthor smiled as he walked across the stage, the black suit reflecting the lights, his tie shimmering green and purple from different angles, his hands out, open. Over his head the holographic symbol of the Metropham project hovered like a hanging model. This was the Lex Luthor of LexWorld, giving his presentations on the future of his corporation. This was the politician, the charismatic man, the lights were warm and earthy, changing color to apparently transform the Earth room into something darker, more cinematic, something to draw attention to the stage where Selina Kyle stood in the wings while Lex Luthor began his introduction. “ If it sounds like I’m using excessive language, it’s because I believe so strongly in the nature of this project. It’s not merely business, it’s not only a project. I see Metropham as a path to finally try to fulfil a promise. A promise made to each and every citizen of Gotham, every child of Metropolis, every person in the United States of America. . . every citizen of the world. It’s a promise that the lives of our children will be better than ours, that every person will have the opportunity to dream of a brighter tomorrow. The solutions we’re presenting tonight are not unique, they aren’t complicated. These are not the dreams of super science or miracle solutions. This is not a ray gun to solve the world’s problems, not a new super serum to solve a crisis. No, these are real solutions for real problems. Solutions brought on through partnership. Born of dreams and fostered through sweat. But what is Metropham?” The room is transformed again, images projected on walls, use of more of that holographic technology, blinking and slightly transparent, but very clear nonetheless. Old images, a city of people walking down the street, a view of Gotham as it was in more idealized times. “ In 1609, the Dutch East India Company selected English explorer Henry Hudson to chart an easterly passage to Asia, and along that journey he surveyed the northeastern coastal region, where he found a bay where fishing was plentiful, and the open access to the water made for a good port. In the 17th century, Gotham Town was a prominent port, the gateway to the New World in the American Colonies. Called the Jewel of the Atlantic for its trade, it’s fisheries, the sailors of Gotham were seen throughout the world, and the World came to Gotham. Gotham Town became Gotham City. People became wealthy, innovation and industry flourished along with commerce. Gotham University was the envy of the eastern seaboard, one of the first public universities founded after the creation of the United States. A city with nothing but a bright future, a promise of a better tomorrow.”
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The room darkens as the bright buildings along the walls become tainted by blight, a chill breeze cuts through the room for a moment as Lex Luthor appears stern, his voice continues to fill the room. “ But of course we all know that sometimes promises are left unfilled. It is a dark day in Gotham City. As of the latest FBI Uniform Crime Report, it is currently the most dangerous city in America with over 72 murders per 100,000 people, 146 forcible rapes per 100,000 people, and 952 robberies per 100,000 people. . . worst of all, annually 45 out of 100,000 people commit suicide in Gotham City.” There’s a sound of gunshots in the distance, sirens blaring. It’s atmospheric just distant enough to add sensations of reality. Between the wind, the faint smells, the sounds, it’s a very multimedia presentation. The cold wind starts to die down “In addition, Gotham City currently has one of the highest incidents of Special Crimes, as outlined by the Bureau of Metahuman Statistics.” A distant explosion casts an orange glow amongst the buildings behind Lex Luthor, as if to emphasize the point. “ Harsh numbers, that I wish I could sugarcoat with silver linings. I could say that things are improving, and indeed, the numbers were at one point so horrible, that the city itself turned to vigilante justice as urban legends sought to reduce the crime rate through active work. I’m not one to insult or downplay the work of willing individuals to step up and try to fix a problem, but the problems with Gotham are comprehensive, and require comprehensive solutions. And worse numbers than the crime statistics define Gotham City. In the past five years, over 400 businesses were forced to close in Gotham City. Investment of over eight billion dollars were lost through results of poor business planning, lack of infrastructure, or just Special Crimes. Over two. . . point. . . five . . . million. . . jobs were lost in that period. Two point five million. That’s an amazing number. Entire cities worth of jobs, disappeared because of companies out of business, because of losses of manufacturing, investment and . . . yes, confidence.” There's a sound of distant machinegun fire, sirens. Blue and red lights in the distant, the smell of despair. “ I’m certain if the vigilantes had the financial and economic resources available to our partners, they’d provide more thorough and rounded work. But even so, the problems of any city are too large for people to work independently, without consolidation and partnership.”
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He gestures around him again as the city brightens, the streets clean, the pleasant smelling air and bright lights overhead show this is a different type of city. “ For you see, Metropham is not a story of Gotham City. . . Metropham is a tale of two cities. Let me introduce Metropolis. . . my home town. I was born in Metropolis, but I wasn’t born in the city you see here.” Blight, destruction, abandonment, this area is a slum, nasty, dark, destroyed. “ I wasn’t born among the bright towers of Metropolis, the old buildings. No, I was born here. A place so horrible it was literally called the Suicide Slums. Where over 50 people out of 100,000 killed themselves annually. A place without hope. Metropolis wasn’t always a city of gleaming promise. This was the city that Lex Luthor was born to. A city that raised me, that gave me few opportunities and fewer chances. But a city I loved, more than anything or anyone else I’ve ever known. It took work, opportunities and a comprehensive approach, a partnership among all in the city, the federal government and indeed, other partners to transform Metropolis into a City of Tomorrow. And it is from this place of experience, and growth that we seek to move forward. They say the world has lost faith in Gotham City. I say that all of the naysayers and all of the cynics in the world are WRONG! For we have not lost hope! And in partnership, two cities will grow! The opportunities and resources of Gotham City will improve Metropolis even further, and investment of Metropolis in Gotham City will provide a model for the world to envy!” The city disappears and the room restores to its normal place. “ But what is Metropham? How do we intend to do this? Well, Metropham plans to work on a three pronged solution. Security. . . Investment. . . Education.” “ I’ve already discussed the crime statistics in Gotham City, but what I haven’t discussed is some of the causes. Gotham is a city filled with heroic individuals trying to take a lone stand against a dark night. Commissioner James Gordon is one of the leading law enforcement luminaries in the nation. While facing increasing, he has directly addressed what was once the most corrupt police force in the United States and cleaned up the force. Would you believe that just five years ago, the Gotham City police department was considered more corrupt than the police force of Mexico City? It was once called a private enterprise police force, because you had to hire them at the highest bidder. Now look at it! I think we should all recognize the amazing contributions of Commissioner James Gordon, probably the most incorruptible police officer in America. And I’m saying that with full recognition of the work of Metropolis Police who I feel are still some the best on the planet.” “ The statistics of the Major Crimes Unit has served as a bright point in a difficult city, and I admit, that the MCU served as the model for Metropolis’ own Special Crimes Unit. Fending with funding cuts and an increasing gap between resources available to the special sort of criminals that makes Gotham City such a dangerous place and police resources, James Gordon has done miracles with nothing. For this reason, stage one of Metropham, already initiated in a test case among the Major Crimes Unit and other high intensity units, involves special grant funding from LexCorp and several other Metropolis investors. New information infrastructure, computer units, and crime lab equipment is being built even as we speak for the GCPD. In addition, ground units are receiving new technologies tested and implemented already with the Metropolis Special Crimes Unit. These newly developed technologies will serve to close the gap in this growing arms race among criminals and law enforcement. In addition new trainings will be available for the city police, and the new block grants will allow the hiring of an additional 10,000 uniformed police officers.”
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"In addition to the work we’ll be doing with the GCPD, we’ll be focusing on rehabilitation and incarceration. I talked earlier about the crime statistics, but what I didn’t mention was the recidivism and difficulties with the security infrastructure in Gotham City. Gotham is home to two of the most utilized and dangerous criminal correctional facilities on the planet. BlackGate Prison and Arkham Asylum” He gestures as both buildings appear, hovering in the air overhead. “Both top of the line facilities in their day, but old and in vital need of restoration due to state funding cuts and horrible tragedies that have struck repeatedly. Jeremiah Arkham has worked wonders again, with the limited resources available at Arkham Asylum, but even so, more is required. This is why the Metropham project is investing over one billion dollars in retrofits of Arkham Asylum and Blackgate Prison, incorporating the bleeding edge of technology, techniques, and investment in staffing, using innovations pioneered at Belle Reve and Stryker’s Island. Technological advancements will serve to counteract some of the gap again amongst specialized criminals and asylum resources. In addition, investments in block grant funding will provide for new staffing and support teams for Dr. Arkham to continue his cutting edge rehabilitation work, and for Blackgate Prison to maintain safety and security among its general population. Towards that end, I’m going to talk about my primary partner in this project.”
“The first stage of the Metropham project involves partnership with my close friend, Selina Kyle, and focuses on security in the city. Selina Kyle is one of the leading experts in the world on security, crime and technology. It was her dream of a better Gotham that brought me to the city in the first place. I don’t want you all thinking that this is . . . some sort of good intentioned foreigner’s attempt to meddle in a place he doesn’t belong. Because even though I’m providing a significant investment of my own personal wealth and the resources of LexCorp to this project, I want you to know that this dream and this plan was born out of my partner’s head. Selina Kyle grew up in similar circumstances to me, surrounded by the broken promises of Gotham City, and like so many others she dreamed of a better future. She sold me on that dream, which is why I’m here today talking to all of you. She presented an image to me. . . the image of a young girl, crying over dead parents in an alleyway. She brought me to Gotham city, walked with me among the throngs of starving people.”
He laughs a bit as he says “I was actually mugged on my first visit here. . .and what impressed me, of course, is the fact that as I was about to try to deal with the situation, Selina here talked to the man. Got to know him a bit, in the middle a mugging, if you’d believe that! And the story he told was heartrending. Starving, with children. No job, no opportunities, a sick wife. . . a victim of circumstance pushed into crime. One might say it’s a sob story meant to elicit sympathies, but even so. He took us home to meet his children, his wife on her deathbed without basic medical care. The problems of crime are not merely those of security, but of economics.”
“Two point five million jobs lost, in one of the largest cities in America. Ten million people live in Gotham City, there are entire nations with fewer individuals. That is one job lost for one out of every four citizens of Gotham City. And this is in a city that already had a significantly high unemployment rate, rising prices, fuel shortages, and a miasma of desperation that spreads through the streets. At this moment, two out of every five citizens of Gotham City are unemployed. One out of every three children will go to bed hungry. Instead of dreaming of the future, people are dreaming of food and warmth, desperately fighting with tooth and nail to postpone death just another day. This is not life. This is uncertain slavery. This is a world without opportunity. This is a world we hope to change.”
“This is why the Metropham project and our consolidated partners are pledging over two billion dollars in new investment in Gotham City over the next five years. New plants, new companies, new infrastructure. The Jobs are there, and we will bring them to Gotham City. Not merely temporary jobs, but solid, well paying, jobs, transforming Gotham into an industrial envy worldwide. With cost saving measures based on proximity to one of the busiest ports on the Eastern Seaboard and established rail and road infrastructures, the factories of Gotham will produce the wonders that will supply the world.”
“But why Gotham? Why create jobs domestically when we can save so much money by having production in Qirac or Asia? That leads to the third of our goals in the Metropham project. . . education. An educated workforce is a productive workforce. Instead of creating jobs for a poorly trained population, we hope to tap into Gotham City’s natural strengths towards science and progress. A city of untapped genius and potential, we plan on creating the modern workforce for tomorrow. Already over ten million dollars in LexGrants have been earmarked for full scholarship programs and endowments at Gotham University, and with an additional three million in Kord Scholarships, we can help children for whom college was little more than a dream to finally reach for a new tomorrow. In addition, with new research grant partnerships with over twenty local labs, internship opportunities and research grants, we are creating a Gotham that reaches for a brighter tomorrow.”
“Comprehensive solutions for a new tomorrow. Gotham City is a city of potential, of dreams, of hard work and of promise. Metropham will work to fulfil those promises of a better tomorrow. But we can’t do it alone.”
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Stepping forward after staying quite most of Lex's presentation, her own dress gives off the same shimmer; from green to a deep indigo, to purple. The presentation is impressive, the theatrics prime, the projection of despair to glory on point. So when he finishes his speech, Selina is finally illuminated, the spokeswoman for Gotham, her own company now spearheading the actual ground, and footwork that is going in to the revamping and rehabilitating of Gotham. And if only people knew that while she was a businesswoman, and CEO of her own company; how grassroots and tiny said company really was.
Not that it mattered. She'd been chosen over Wayne Enterprises for a reason. Her own company's sole fixation was security, not branched out into many myriad ways. Security, and security alone is what she dealt with, and Black Cat Security, a consulting firm raised by her own hand could reverse engineer most things. A keen skill.
So as she closes the distance between herself, Gotham's own golden girl, and the man of tomorrow, her own 'bit' part starts. "Ladies and gentleman, we can't do it alone. My partnering with Mr. Luthor has brought about an opportunity that is rare. With my experience as being raised in the East End, experiences living and breathing day in and day out the crime, the joys of rising above it, the relapse of returning to something so ugly. From these experiences, I founded my own company to try and combat the ills that plague all of us. Things that our beloved Gotham City Police force combat every day, with, and without the help of those heroes, and masked vigilantes." She pauses, and scans the seated tables, people clustered around them like pebbles on a calm water.
"But enough speaking of the past. We are moving onward to a much brighter future. One of a Gotham with walls that hold tight, and hopefully less crime running rampant. So while we enjoy our meals, and hospitality, please prepare yourself for the following escapades of our Metropham Auction!" She smiles brightly before glancing at Lex. They've gotten through the hardest part, or so she had surmised. Next is the auction, which will be something entirely else, but for a good cause, each interaction, each sell to the highest bidder benefiting each denizen of Gotham as they planned; another brick in their wall.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 10:35:43 GMT -5
Diana had been setup to go to the Metropham Gala with Bruce. While she and Selina were friends she was pretty aware of the public persona that Batman put on and it was decently grating on her own personal dislikes of men. Luckily she had the tolerance to overlook that and enjoy the evening that was ahead for the good of Gotham. There were a few things that she wasn't sure she was very happy with but Selina had convinced her into doing them. Being auctioned off like a slave didn't sound enticing to her at all. In fact she made sure to wear her Bracelets of Submission to remind herself that she was a free woman and this was for charity. She wasn't going to be sold into slavery, just required to go on one date with someone she may not know. This was going to be easy. Diana pulled her heels on, before she went toward the door, she didn't look in the mirror, confident that she looked great in her long white chiton-like dress. She had not make up on but as always she had a look of elegance and glamour to her. As she stepped out to meet the limo that Batman brought, the door held open by the driver with him inside she smiled at the driver and ducked into the car. “Good evening Bruce,” she said as the door closed and they were soon zooming off to the Gala.
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"Diana," Bruce greeted as she leaned over and entered his limousine. He felt the suspension shift as the woman, who was much heavier than her lean appearance would indicate, entered the vehicle. Diana was solid muscle, and could take on almost any human in the world. Bruce tried not to be surprised by things like that, but on a primal level every human felt a shiver of terror in the face of an Amazonian warrior. He whipped out his cell phone for a moment and sent out a tweet. He would be making a habit of it over the night, as he did at every event he attended. Even his time at Gotham Comicon had been live tweeted, though he was only there because his company was funding the production of some new game. Lightning Bug, or something. Bruce had forgotten, and it was hard to care about a video game that would be lucky to make back its original budget. Once he had sent out his virtual persona's latest update, he turned his attention to the Princess. "So how are you finding Gotham?" He glanced at the limo driver, a stranger who had kept the divider down. The driver's head was leaned unusually far to the right if he were focused on the road. Bruce had learned how to spot a potential paparazzo years ago, and he knew Diana had no trust for common Gothamites. They discussed Gotham's recent events for the rest of the drive, and Bruce noticed the driver's disappointment at the banal conversation. They pulled into the press gaggle at the entrance to the Gala and Bruce reached into his breast pocket and produced a Sharpie and a pair of cheap sunglasses. He donned the glasses and grinned. i.imgur.com/BVwNQ6S.jpg"Are you ready?" Bruce asked before opening the door and striding forward, not even waiting for Diana. He waved the Sharpie around him and demanded of the crowd, "Which of you are looking for an autograph?" Bruce grinned and allowed the press a few posed pictures. When Diana came within reach he grabbed her and pulled her in, hoping that she would ignore his presumptuousness given the persona he had adopted. Finally he moved towards the common folk. This was where Bruce Wayne shined. He paused at the perfect time, greeting people, answering questions, and signing the occasional autograph. This was the group that he had honed the Bruce Wayne persona in, and it was here that he felt most at home. Harmless flirting with girls who almost never found him again later, and when they did he could always excuse his poor memory. Bruce walked into the crowd of invitees and brushed past the bouncer at the door. They knew who he was, and they knew both he and Diana were invited, without having to stop him. They found themselves inside the luxurious Gala, among the highest of Gotham's elite. Parties like this were how Bruce determined who was worthy of his social attention and who was only as worthy as they were useful. Batman, on the other hand, found such parties useful in determining which crime lord had the favor of Gotham's leadership that month.
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The conversation in the car was simple. It was deliberate as the untrustworthy man in the front continued to listen to them. The conversation was as medial as their fake personas. Necessary but pointless.
"Are you ready?"
Diana nodded to him as he got out and left her there. She was prepared for the persona, even before he abandoned her in the limo to exit by herself. She smiled at the many people surrounding them, waving at the cameras. There was plenty of glam walking into the building as Bruce walked in separately to her. His many fans and screaming people enjoying his fake persona.
If Diana hadn't known what she was getting herself into, she would have been sick to her stomach with how awful he was.
As they got into the gala they rejoined one another and headed toward greeting Selina and Mr Luthor.
Diana gave Selina one of those looks that women had when they saw one another. It was a subliminal greeting of courtesy. She gave the woman a smile as she was greeted by friend and Mr Luthor. As they got close enough Diana leaned in to give Selina a hug and a large smile. “Don't you look stunning Selina,” she said as she pulled away, holding the woman's hands momentarily, squeezing them in a form of assurance. Whether it was for Selina's sake or her own was up for debate but neither acknowledged it as she dropped her hands.
"And you look amazing. I'm glad you could come and help support the cause, Princess. And I do hope you enjoyed your 'blind date,' as well. Not too much for the Princess to be paired with the Prince of Gotham?"
“I'm pretty sure the jury is still out. So far it's been interesting,” she responded coyly. Next she was introduced, formally, to Mr Luthor. “A pleasure,” she smiled to him. “It's quite intriguing to see a man with such a vision without an ulterior motive. I'm intrigued to know what else you have in store,” it was a light jab at the fact that she didn't fully trust men but in all it was a compliment. She was truly intrigued to see what he had to offer.
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Bruce walked in and grinned at the familiar faces as he paused in the grandiose entrance and waited for Diana to rejoin him. They went inside to enjoy their dinner, which Bruce augmented with the beginning of a Twitter barrage that he would utilize throughout the night.
Twitter was the greatest thing to happen to Bruce since he'd finished his computer OS. He had a built in excuse to monitor the street level gossip of Gotham City, various Superheroes and celebrities, and politicians; and no one was the wiser.
It was a good dinner, and Bruce was happy to eat it, in spite of the tweets he made about it, and then Diana was firmly gripped his elbow, lifted him up and firmly guided him towards the stage. Maybe the Bruce Wayne shtick was getting to her.
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“As for my vision, it’s the vision of all decent people, for that of a better world, a better life. It’s not my dream that brings us here, but a shared dream of two cities and a world.”
Diana licked the back of her teeth and smiled to him bowing her head. Big dreams, big visions often ended up with either impressive or catostrophic results. Especially the dreams and visions of corrupt men. While Diana was not sure where Lex Luthor's loyalties lay, she was suspicious of anything granduer as a vision for the world. It sounded like so many villians.
“And I believe you’re here with Mr. Wayne. A pleasure to meet you.”
Bowing her head cordially and smiling she responded in kind, “It is a pleasure to meet you as well. I hope we'll get to speak more again later,” she advised him as she looked to Bruce to indicate their further departure.
As the pair moved more deeply into the party Bruce and Diana parted ways. She was being waved at and he was being called in a different direction. She nodded and gave him a smile before they began to mingle and separated.
She smiled and was polite as she was mixed into a crowd of people that she didn't particularly know but quite a few knew her and called her by name. Many called her stunning but she assumed that was just was common courtesy as it seemed to be a common trend. Words like ravishing, gorgeous, amazing, beautiful and stunning were being thrown in every direction so she didn't take much notice to it other then kindly thanking anyone that sent a compliment her way.
Eventually Diana found herself in the company of a Mr Bivins. He was an odd goofy looking, shorter man with peculiar glasses.
"Hey! I just saw you, and had to tell you. Of all the beautiful curves on your body, your smile is my favorite. Although I like your tits too. . . and your ass. . . and actually I might amend my previous statement, your ass is my favorite curve. " He offers her the extra glass of wine and then clinks his glass against hers. "But I also like your smile in addition to the everything else!" He smiles at her. "I'm Bivins."
“Hello Bevins,” she responded with quite an entertained smile. She had heard far worse in the bars she had been to and in a way, with how he prattled on, it was kind of cute. In that weirdly goofy, innocent sort of, he was eating a lot of cheese, way. It was amusing to say the least. “I hear that we are going to be able to dance. Perhaps if you are staying the whole evening you might honor me with a dance and we can talk more later? After dinner?”
"A dance . . . um . . sure! Why not? Yeah! Dance would be great! Um. . . and er, likewise! I mean I'll be here until they throw me out. You know what they call me. . . um . . . Bivins. Life of the party, right? No, they actually just call me Bivins, usually preceded with obscenities. . . I got issues. Anyway, um. . . yeah, dance. I don't know how, and I think you might be able to crush my skull with your elbow, but that's sexy."
The comment brought a brighter smile to her face and made her laugh. “I promise that I will not be doing any skull crushing this evening, no matter how sexy you think it is,” she assured him. Not that she could see the future. This entire thing could come crashing down and need her to do such a thing but optimism helped ease worries and that's what she was attempting to do for him. She was an Amazon and they didn't have the highest respects for men.
“I guess that's our cue to go sit down. See you later Bevins,” she said as she departed and started with the crowd to go and find her seat.
It was part way toward the seat that Bruce rejoined her and shoved his phone into his pocket momentarily. She greeted him with a charming smile. “Having fun already Bruce. What about entertaining your date,” it was more a jab to get him to smile because he knew she could damn well entertain herself and that he was keeping up charades. It was an important facate to his ever complicated life.
It wasn't long before they were at the table and Bruce was pulling out her chair allowing her to sit before him. Customs that she found a little rocky at best but she honored them if only to better understand them in the long run.
The conversation was primarily between Commisioner Gordon and Dr Arkham before they sat down themselves and greeted the others sitting around the table.
As Luthor started to talk and the room started to change and morph around them Diana glanced to Bruce again watching him text mid presentation.
He certainly was dead set on killing all expectations of his alter ego for any onlooker wasn't he? There was absolutely no poise in his crass behavior. She assumed that came with hiding ones identity.
Playboy philanthropist CEO versus a masked vigilante. Who would assume they were the same person? It was a decent guise she assumed. Just another mask for the real Bruce Wayne, whereever he was in there.
Turning her attention back to the presentation and the spectale of hollograms and lights, Diana ignored the antics of her friend. She knew this mask was just as important as his other one. Less appealing but important.
Eventually Lex was done with his drawn out speech that bored her slightly. She liked the thought of dreams and improvements but she'd be more impressed with it when it was actually inacted and things were in fact better.
Words were just that... words.
Diana smiled more brightly as her friend took the stage and stole it. It was amazing what a woman could do to outstrip a man. It was literally breathtaking to her. And she did it short and concise. Always a breath of fresh air Selina was.
Returning to her food, which at this point she was disinterested in due to the antics of her “date” she set down her fork on the table and smiled at everyone there. The next part, she assumed, would be the truly hard part of the evening. One that not even the real man behind the Bruce Wayne mask could understand.
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