Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 16:27:51 GMT -5
A gathering of the masses, all of Gotham and its surroundings big players held together for a benefit charity ball. The occasion? A raging civil war in Ukraine. The spoiled brat billionaire Bruce Wayne, was the one hosting the event. A long masses of old elitist with their young daughters, hoping to be the next heir to the Wayne fortune. A few politicians, some oil company owners, and the occasional interns that somehow snuck in. But one guest in particular would grace the Wayne mansion tonight. None other than Oliver Queen. He was the Star City equivalent, but liked much more there than Bruce was here. Oliver would have loved to have helped build his business, if it weren't for getting caught up in a bloody civil war on an island. Tonight he would not only be acquainted with Oliver Queen, but also the Green Arrow. His EMP device he developed, of course it was meant for the Ukrainian rebels, but in the wrong hands, could destroy this country as easily. He had already destroyed the weapons, and was confronted by Batgirl along the way. There were many questions to be answered.
Oliver speed up the lone trail to Wayne manor on his Ducati motorcycle. Zipped in and out, around and between cars. His bike came to a screeching halt on the base of the steps people were trying to walk on. As the people walked around him giving dirty looks. His hands came up and took the helmet off. With his free hand he ran it through his hair to try and get its original look. All the people who were cursing him suddenly turned nice at seeing who the rider was. 'oh mr Queen I didn't know it was you!'; 'how are you mr. Queen?!'
"Ok, all you ass kisses get back. You're all here to do that for Bruce, not me."
The shocked looks on all the peoples faces were a testament to their great dislike of Olivers words. To hell with them, his next party, they'll be there in the masses. Like how a shark flocks to an open wound.
With each step he took up the marble stairs, Oliver continuously ran his plan through his head. During Bruce's speech on the ongoing civil war and genocide, he would give them a big dose of reality on the true horrors of Wayne Enterprises. As the stairs ended, the opening of the giant mahogany doors began. Men in suits with ear pieces were all over the place. Similar set up to how he did his parties. " I guess we do all the think the same.." He muttered
Oliver gave a welcoming smile to the men guarding the entrance as he walked in. Of course the area was flooded with people, waiters walking around, and a full buffet in the far corner. As one of the waiters carrying a number of assorted whiskeys walked by, Oliver reached out and grabbed one off. He started to sip on it while he scanned the room. There, far left. A man shaking hands with the mayor, nice hair, 400k custom suit. Definitely him. Oliver slammed the drink down, tossed the glass to the side and approached his fellow billionaire.
"Bruce Wayne.."
He shouted at a distance as he approached with his hand out.
"What a pleasure it is to finally make your acquaintances..."
A devious smile went across Olivers face. It was almost show time
Oliver speed up the lone trail to Wayne manor on his Ducati motorcycle. Zipped in and out, around and between cars. His bike came to a screeching halt on the base of the steps people were trying to walk on. As the people walked around him giving dirty looks. His hands came up and took the helmet off. With his free hand he ran it through his hair to try and get its original look. All the people who were cursing him suddenly turned nice at seeing who the rider was. 'oh mr Queen I didn't know it was you!'; 'how are you mr. Queen?!'
"Ok, all you ass kisses get back. You're all here to do that for Bruce, not me."
The shocked looks on all the peoples faces were a testament to their great dislike of Olivers words. To hell with them, his next party, they'll be there in the masses. Like how a shark flocks to an open wound.
With each step he took up the marble stairs, Oliver continuously ran his plan through his head. During Bruce's speech on the ongoing civil war and genocide, he would give them a big dose of reality on the true horrors of Wayne Enterprises. As the stairs ended, the opening of the giant mahogany doors began. Men in suits with ear pieces were all over the place. Similar set up to how he did his parties. " I guess we do all the think the same.." He muttered
Oliver gave a welcoming smile to the men guarding the entrance as he walked in. Of course the area was flooded with people, waiters walking around, and a full buffet in the far corner. As one of the waiters carrying a number of assorted whiskeys walked by, Oliver reached out and grabbed one off. He started to sip on it while he scanned the room. There, far left. A man shaking hands with the mayor, nice hair, 400k custom suit. Definitely him. Oliver slammed the drink down, tossed the glass to the side and approached his fellow billionaire.
"Bruce Wayne.."
He shouted at a distance as he approached with his hand out.
"What a pleasure it is to finally make your acquaintances..."
A devious smile went across Olivers face. It was almost show time