Fundraising - Wayne Style (Open)

[The Dark Knight]

"I am here live at City Hall where almost all of high society Gotham has turned out for the Annual Wayne Fundraiser for Orphans Across Gotham. The food has been prepaed, the musicians are working their art and dare I say, the Hall looks like a beautifully decorated mansion. The only question remains now is how will the Prince of Gotham make his eccentric entrance? If you hadn't known previously, Bruce Wayne had been on a extended business trip overseas that even extended to regions such as Russia and China. After a surprisingly subtle return, the typically extravagant bachelor has decided to return to his roots and throw a party that only a Wayne can throw. You have to wonder, however, will the man ever actually settle down? He must be pushing onto his late thirties now and there were rumours of a apparent marriage, not to mention the adopted children. How long can this man keep up this startling reputation. I, for one, ladies and gentlemen don't see him settling down any time soon. This is Jared Coleman, reporting live from City Hall."

Just as the man finished, explosions of fireworks rocked the night sky, making a dashing visual show for all of Gotham to see. The people outside and in scurried to grab the best view they could as the light show signalled the entrance of the man of the hour. Suddenly, three jets ripped through the sky, with engines that echoed across the entire city. Their speed was mindbogging as they did circles across the city. One however, began to slow down above City Hall. A single figure jumped out of the jet and began to plummet towards the ground. The people watched in awe as the man released his parachute as he descended towards the party. As he came closer, the people began to clap their hands in excitement, noting that it was in fact Bruce Wayne. Landing on a large clearing, the man unclipped his parachute before brushing his hair back into place.

"Just thought I might drop by and see how you were all doing?" With a grin, he watched as he crowd laughed at his witty and sort of lame pun. Pulling his splendid black suit forward, he clapped his hands together and continued. "Who am I kidding, how could I leave this place? It feels great to be back in Gotham, but how about we all get back to doing what we do best? Drinking my boose!" The crowd erupted with laughter and cheers as Bruce Wayne made his way inside. He specifically was looking for his kids, whom he invited to the party. But also, he was interested to meet any newcomers. Of course, with being Bruce Wayne, everyone wanted to talk to him...

[Batgirl]

"Just fucking kill me..."

Not the words uttered from Cassandra's mouth, but pretty much the main train of thought running through her mind. After that night on the rooftop, she had felt broken again. Angry at herself, angry at Bruce, just angry point blank with a dash of misery. She wanted to just dive off a cliff and plunge into an ocean, drifting deeper and deeper beneath the surface until if she hadn't completely drowned by that point or was mangled by some shark, her petite little body was crushed by the increased pressure. Or maybe skip the ocean bit. Just miss it completely and get splattered on some jagged rocks. Her Thoughts were morbid her goals were bent on self destruction...

But those plans would have to be put on hold because tonight they were gonna partay! WOO!!! Apparently Bruce didn't waste anytime making his return known. First as Batman with the firey bat symbol...now it was time to signify the return of Gotham's most beloved bachelor by throwing a huge shindig...and dragging his mentally and emotionally broken children to it. Of of course he offered Cassandra an invitation and she silently declined it. Then a brand new top designer dress and jewels were shoved in her face. Apparently daddy wasn't going to take no for an answer, so Cassandra would just have to endure the pain and mingle with her father's snobby friends and would probably be nagged to death by affiliates and reporters since she was the daughter of Bruce Wayne.

So now we showcase to the current scene of Cassandra Cain Wayne beautifully cleaned up in her evening attire of a short designer dress, with the matching black heels with diamond studded straps to match the diamond bracelets dangling from her left hand and the diamond hair clip embedded into her up-do. She was stunning on the outside, but on the inside...well, it was just best to keep a switch blade away from her at the moment. She'd have to be on her best behavior for Daddy since the press was there.

"Ms. Wayne, oh Ms Wayne!"

...Great, a reporter recognized her and had begun leading her cameraman to pester the asian-american teen, most likely prodding her for answers about her views on Bruce's success and what it was like to be taken in by him. With a glass of sparkling cider in hand, she brought it to wet her parched lips, lightly sipping as she tried to surpress every urge to whip out some of Batgirl's moves and escape this hellish land of fame, wealth and charity.

"Hello, Cassandra. May we have a few words with you?"

"Not like I can stop you. Well, I could but...nothing." she replied and returned to sipping from her glass. She was supposed to protect the innocent, not sent them to the ER...no matter how obnoxious they were.

"Please tell us, how has your life changed since being brought under Bruce Wayne's care? Can you attest to the great, selfless and passionate man he is?"

And that ticked something inside of her. Selfless? Well, granted she would probably be dead by now if it hadn't been for Bruce, but the way he led Cassandra and the others on about his status of being alive? Yeah....that was just a teeny bit fucked to the up on his part...

"There really are no words I can say to describe how blessed I am. Before I had nothing...I was nothing...and apparently I still am nothing if I'm not worth the time to tell that he's alive. I was nothing...I will always be nothing, I am nothing. Try as I might try to get over that fact, I can't because you can't escape destiny, or perhaps I can." she made a short pause glancing at the reporter woman and then her brown eyes locking to the camera lens in front of her. "The question is, do I just continue fighting to look past it all and just move on to get back on track, or take the easy road out to allow the darkness to consume me? You know, that black seed that each human being carries in their heart and souls. Some times it never develops since the person is nourished with love and kindness. Others aren't so fortunate. And day after day of hardships and despair acts as fertilizer to the seed until it grows, branches out and ultimately destroys whatever shred of a soul you had left.

-insert dramatic pause-

...but yeah, Bruce is great. Love my daddy. He's awesome. Now if you'll excuse me." finishing off the last of her cider, Cassandra made a hasty get away from the paparazzi. She was starting to feel her heart race and her breaths becoming somewhat shallow. She nearly lost it back there, but luckily she caught herself and decided it was time to get the hell out of dodge before she shoved the camera lens down that reporter's throat.

"...No more cider...need champagne if I'm going to get through this evening..."

[Storm]

Queen Ororo was among the crowd at the fundraiser. One of the employees at the embassy had heard of the fundraiser and indentified Bruce as being from the universe that they had merged with. It was agreed that it would be PR for a member the royal family to attend the fundraiser. With T’Challa busy in other places and Shuri in Wakanda Ororo was the best candidate to attend. She was dressed in a long blue dress that had a V neck and long bell sleeves. She wore her tiara to keep her hair back and had several gold rings around her neck that were bonded together that resembled the classic gold collar of African woman but, only went half way up her neck. Hanging from each ear were gold lightning bolts. On each wrist were several gold bracelets that softly clink when she raised or lowered her arms. She wore sandals that were open and stayed on her feet by decorative leather strips. The sandals were only visible as she walked since the dress covered them when she walked. She also wore her engagement ring with the panther head in the middle.

Queen Ororo had come by herself to the event. Security was alert in the area but, none were in sight of the party goers. Ororo greeted some of the people she knew and other she did not. Many who only knew of her were excited to met her in person while others were quick to move away not wanting to be near a mutant. Ororo made her way closer to the host, Bruce Wayne as she continued greeting people. Suddenly a member of the paparazzi spotted her and started taking numerous photos of her at close range.

“Queen Ororo what is the exact nature of your visit here?” another asked quite loudly. It seemed that more and more people were trying to figure out who she was and where she came from as more about Wakanda was made known to the inhabitants of the other universe.

OOC: If you want anything changed let me know. Figured the paparazzi angle would be a good way to draw Bruce's attention.

[Human Torch]

This was so damn weird it wasn't even funny! Usually the events he went to were the ones for the Fantastic Four had agreed to go together at or were actually the ones to host them. Johnny had ended up in Bruce Wayne's fundraiser. Why? Like Hell he knew! All that could have happened is that he got conned into going without the others.

Wouldn't have been the first time either. Not like they had money to actually donate for the cause. Just to make a public appearance to make them known that they weren't always trying to destroy New York from stopping evil villains in the process. Plus Johnny really hasn't been to this place since the merger and really had no idea who Bruce really was.

To him, Bruce was just another rich snob throwing around millions to look good. Scoffing, the hot head stuck to the tables and snacked on the rich foods that were placed out. Seriously, no one would really give a damn who he was unless they knew him. Sure there was a speech that Reed had wrote down for him before he came here.

Unfortunately, Johnny seemed to have lost it and hadn't really bothered to memorize it. “Heh. I could so do better than that,” he said through a mouthful of food as he watched Bruce make his entrance. He had to adjust the black tie to his suit so it wouldn't be choking him. That's when his blue eyes noticed Ororo in the middle of a paparazzi, completely ignoring what Bruce had said in his announcement of his arrival, and wondered what she was doing here without T'Challa.

Uh-oh. Some older woman came by to see what was laid out on the tables and noticed Johnny Storm. He could tell she was trying to strike up a conversation with him. Fortunately he saw his chance as she was mentioning how glad it is to have Bruce Wayne back and how his fundraisers have always been a big success.

“Excuse me for a moment,” he said quickly, swallowing the food in his mouth. “I think I see someone I know here.” Johnny quickly darted from the table and accidentally ran into some dude staring at the surroundings in his quick getaway. Of course he couldn't talk to Ororo just yet with reporters around here.

“Sorry man,” he said after glancing at John for a brief moment. Some reason he got the impression that him and this other guy didn't fit in here. The rest were snobbish uppity people (minus Ororo).

[Poirot]

Elyse stepped into the room and wondered what she was doing here. Well, technically she knew what she was doing here; one of her sergeants had given her one of his tickets to this when his wife had backed out on the evening due to illness. He'd said that he'd rather stay home with her and that Elyse needed to get out a little.

So not really having anything else to do that evening, and the idea of getting all dressed up and going out striking a rare girly moment in her, Elyse went out and found herself a rather slinky little black dress that showed off her long legs and figure very nicely, and here she was, the dress accessorized only by a pair of heels and small diamond earrings that had been a graduation present from her mother. She wasn't quite as decked out as a lot of women here, with their designer dresses and jewels, but she knew she looked good and was fine with that. Elyse couldn't help feeling a bit out of place though. These were the wealthy movers and shakers of Gotham, and she was just a street cop dressed up for the evening. She wouldn't know where to begin talking to most of them.

A well-groomed waiter approached, carrying a tray full of glasses of champagne, and Elyse took one, more for something for her hands to be doing than anything else. She took a sip and wandered over to one of the tables that were laden with all kinds of delicacies. She picked up a strawberry and took a bite, moving over to one of the windows to see the view of the city. Despite the ugliness woven deep into it, Gotham really was beautiful at night.

[zac]

The young man whistled as he made his way up the steps. He'd lifted an invite of some poor schmuck who was too busy staring at his escort, whom he was pretty sure wasn't the man's wife, cleavage to notice. Had the woman seemed more than only half there, he might of asked her to join him. But when she giggled and snapped her gum he decided it was best to avoid that one. He was most curious as to how the people in this town partied. It was his first night in Gotham and lo and behold a gala. So, Zac did the nice thing and got dressed up. Sure it wasn't the classic the classic tux, but he didn't look half bad. The fedora added a little flare.

So, he danced his way up the steps and handed over the invitation. Why was he here? Boredom, to see if it was really for a good cause, finding out who the wealthy of Gotham were. Best to go with all options since they were all true. Vivid blue eyes scanned the area taking in the millions upon millions of jewelry alone. He whistled low and took a glass of champaign as the waiter came by. Wow, whoever threw this shindig went all out. Unfortunately, he had arrived late to see the man of the hour enter, but all in all he didn't really care. His gaze landed on the woman that looked a bit uncomfortable to be there. Basic dress, minimal jewels. She most definitely wasn't one of the elite. He kept her face in mind for some possible decent conversation later.

As of now Zachary Kincaid was out to mingle and find out who were the best people to scam and cheat. It was what he did. It was who he was. A con, a liar, and a thief, not particularly in that order. The dark haired man didn't miss a beat when a strange woman walked up and kissed him on the cheek. Apparently, he had one of those faces. Who was he to deny her the thought that she knew him? "Madame, it is lovely to see you. Forgive me for not attaching a name to the face. You're beauty has stunned me into idiocy for the moment." He kissed the back of the woman's hand and she twittered at him. She had to be in her late sixties to be sure and tried to dress like she was twenty, back in the fifties. It was an odd combination and quite adorable in a quirky sort of way. Now, if only she would speak and stop stammering, he might find out who he just complimented.

[Zatanna Zatara]

A fundraiser by itself was enough to interest certain people. The rich, politicians and those seeking to spread their philanthropic ideals throughout the city, if not the world, but there were certain things about the fundraiser in question that made it a rather special occasion. In the recent past, most of the fund raising campaigns that had been held in Gotham City were pointed towards certain issues, which ranged from political campaigning to the city's building funds. People always were worried about themselves or what their structures and possessions looked like, never about other people; that fact alone made it questionable what the money really went towards. However, the idea that the funds being raised over the course of this particular event were going to be placed towards orphans was enough to catch Zatanna Zatara’s attention, that along with other things.

Upon arriving at the party, the Mistress of Magic promptly exited the elongated car carrying her and a few other Gotham socialites, all of which had decided to carpool together. The lights outside were rather bright but if it hadn't been for the constant flashing of cameras, it might have been bearable. Shielding her face and trying to avoid any unfortunate accidents involving bumping into someone, Zatanna stopped for a couple pictures and then promptly entered the building better known as City Hall to all Gothamites. The hall was decorated in an ornate fashion and it was clear that the person who was throwing this social gathering was serious about it; there was a fair amount of money put into the party and the party thrower was probably planning to receive that and much more from the philanthropic individuals throughout the room.

Zatanna wandered about the large room filled with the rich, politicians and philanthropists before finally spotting Vicky Djonovic, a friend and designer. Though she thought it would have been rude for her to completely interrupt what appeared to be a deep and important conversation between Vicky and some person she had not personally met or seen before, Zatanna simply gave her a nod and a wave before make a complete one hundred and eighty degree turn and walking back the way she had come. There hadn't been many people that had stood out to her, but she knew that parties like these were better off not being too interesting and eventful because that normally alluded to trouble.

Aligning the square neck of her dress symmetrically on her bosom, Zatanna came across a female waitress carrying a tray, which held neatly placed drinks on it, and asked if there was any water or non-alcoholic beverages available before being pointed in the direction of the preparation area, a room out of view and used for the arrangement of all of the food and drinks made available to the guests. The Mistress of Magic later emerged from the preparation area a few minutes later with a glass of water in one of her hands. Perhaps the night would pick up a bit.

[drake]

The urge to facepalm in embarrassment over his adoptive father’s antics was almost at an all new time high for young Timothy Drake (Wayne), only being held back by an incredible will and the single ray of light that could only be shed by the knowledge that it was, for the most part, just an act. These formal gatherings were nothing new to Tim, his father – his biological father – had been a wealthy business man, too, although nowhere near the level of Bruce, but enough that a considerable percentage of Tim’s childhood had involved him being dragged to these stuffy parties that were a seemingly a breeding ground for the vapid, fame-whoring, false members of the upper crust that formed Gotham’s so-called ‘Social elite’. He hated them. The parties, not the people. The people he just pitied. Bruce, too, for not only having to put up with them, but to play along and into them in order to create a suitable cover for his alternate identity. Of course, it struck Tim that there were perhaps better ways of distancing yourself from the lengthy shadow that Batman cast than playing the foolish billionaire playboy philanthropist with a heart of gold, but that was just his opinion.

He casually sipped his zesti as he observed the festivities from his vantage point of one of the various balconies of the gothic looking city hall had to offer, absently adjusting his smart, expensive looking suit – Italian of course – that had been especially hand-made for this evening with a freehand. Below him the flashes of the assembled paparazzi cameras continued to come quick and fast in a random sporadic pattern, making it a small wonder that no one had been turned epileptic while gaining access to the exclusive party. The Press were another reason he hated these social gatherings, and he just thanked his lucky stars that he’d been able to avoid them thus far. Although Cassandra, from what he could see, hadn’t faired so well. He tried not to let the smirk that tugged on his lips develop, knowing full well that if his aforementioned ‘sister’ happened to see it and connected it to her recent misfortune... Well, it wouldn’t go down well. He almost succeeded, too. Almost.

With a subtle shake of his head and another sip of his beverage to shield his expression from the view of any angry eyes, he cast his gaze back to the rest of the partygoers, scanning the crowd for any more familiar faces but finding none. Not that it bothered him too much; the less people he knew that were present, the quicker he could rationalise slinking off and ditching the party. The whole affair seemed to be... wrong, especially given that Bruce had only recently returned and was already leaping headfirst back into the limelight with both identities. Not to mention the fact that Tim had yet to regain his bearings, clear his mind from all that had happened, so the whole fundraiser, while for a good cause, wasn’t the first place he’d wanted to be this evening. Hell, didn’t rate in the top twenty. He sighed and once more took a drink of his zesti. “Been here less than five minutes, and I already want to go home...”

[sasha]

The same sergeant that had given Elyse one of his tickets, turned right around and gave Sasha the other one. She had finally gotten out of the hospital, and became a bit of a mascot of sorts to some of those closest to Elyse. They were all very protective and would have offered to watch her so Elyse could go out, but he realized she probably needed a little down time as well. Since his wife wasn't going, he wasn't going to go, so he gave the girl the ticket and kiss on top of the head. Told her to try to have fun and for her to make sure that Elyse had some fun this evening. Even if it was just drinking champagne and getting dressed up.

The girly moments with Elyse were fun. Sasha'd only been out of the hospital for a few months, but she'd been going through intense therapy for her knee. As stubborn as she was she was already on crutches with a knee brace. The bruises had faded and now it was mainly just taking it easy. Her ribs were still tender but were already nearly completely mended. So when Elyse was getting dressed, Sasha went and got dressed up as well. Since her mother sent her stuff to Gotham without ever looking back at least Sas had dress to wear. Oddly enough, as much as it hurt, she wasn't surprised that her mom had done this to her. She pushed those thoughts aside. Tonight was not a night of depression, she was going to a party.

When they arrived she took her time following Elyse and was able to see the entrance of the man of the hour. Well, he had flair she'd give him that much. With a small shake of her head she slowly maneuvered up the stairs and waved Elyse on. "I got this." She was getting really good on the crutches. Brown eyes saw Elyse grab the champagne and she grinned. They also noted the hottie checking Elyse out, the grin widened. To be sure she didn't get in the way, Sassy made her way to a corner table, still visible to Elyse, and sat down. She might have gotten the hang of it, but she still tired out a easily. She ordered a Piccadilly Screwdriver [orange juice and Sprite], then sat back to watch the show. God there were a lot of rich people here.

[oracle]

As she sat in the back of the limo, Bruce sent to fetch her, Charlie and Dinah, Babs stared out the window. She hadn't been so sure she was coming, but Charlie insisted, so the two went shopping and got outfits for the big party. Bruce's triumphant return. She shook her head and scrubbed a hand over her face. She had taken her time so that they could be 'fashionably' late. In other words, she was stalling as she tried to find away out of this. But alas the red head was done up in a short, Japanese style dress of jade green. She had matching heels to match. She wasn't about to think of her underclothing. Charlie talked her into those and she wasn't sure how.

Her long hair was down and wavy and her make up applied. She had tiny diamond studs in her ears and the rest of her jewelry were just as minimal. Once the pulled up the driver got her chair out of the back and helped her in. She sat in his arms stoically not liking the press here. "Why are we here again?" The words were muttered under her breath. She looked back at the other two and motioned her head, she was going inside and they could do what they wished.

She handed over her ticket and heard people murmuring about Bruce's exciting entrance. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she made her way to the ramp. She waved off a couple of well meaning valets and worked the chair herself. There was a reason she didn't have handles on her chair. As soon as she was in the doors her eyes started searching. Another sigh escaped her lips when her green gaze landed on Cass and then on Tim. She didn't see Dick. Maybe it was good thing he didn't come. She couldn't stop a wave of disappointment from coursing through her. Then her gaze fell on the man of the hour. She gave a slight nod and then grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. The red head almost blurted out 'keep 'em coming' but she decided against it. She didn't to embarrass Charlie tonight. Maybe when she was on her own she'd get drunk. Nah, it wasn't her style. She plastered a smile on her face as she nodded to people who knew her as the Commissioner's daughter and people who thought she was someone important.

[Norman Osborn]

Norman Osborn paused for a moment as he entered the room, giving the photographers nearby ample opportunity to mark his entrance and take pictures. Bruce Wayne's fundraiser was an excellent chance for good publicity for his election campaign, what with the 'noble cause' and all. Personally he couldn't give a rat's ass about a bunch of orphans, but the public liked that kind of thing and he needed to promote his image as a man of the people. Plus if he could get the political backing of a man like Bruce Wayne it would be all the better.

After the photographers had taken their pictures, Norman walked further into the room and a little off to the side, wanting to be noticed but not wanting to look like he was trying to grab the limelight either. He nodded politely to the waiter who handed him a glass of champagne, then proceeded to ignore him to look around at his fellow party goers. This was Norman's first trip to Gotham so he wasn't familiar with most of the people, but he assumed these were the city's elite. Not everyone was unfamiliar to him though; over in the distance was the X-Man Storm, now the Queen of Wakanda. She seemed preoccupied with the people around her so he doubted she would notice him. It would be amusing to see her face though if she knew he was here. He wasn't about to go and greet her though, so Norman veered away from where Her Majesty stood and circulated around the other side of the room, engaging in vague, polite greetings with those he passed by.

[Misfit]

As the adopted daughter of Barbara Gordon- formerly Batgirl and now better known as Oracle to most of the important people here tonight- Charlie couldn't not come to the party. She actually was actually rather excited about it- Oracle was the one who needed to be forced into coming.

She had gone shopping earlier with Oracle and found the perfect dress, which she paired with black heels that were already starting to make her feet hurt.

"...It must be nice to have more money than God." she commented dryly as they pulled up to the City Hall in the limo. She followed Oracle up the ramp and through the doors, glancing around.

“It really must be nice to have more money than God.” She muttered to herself again, making her way over to the bar area. She ordered a Shirley Temple (even though she was fairly sure she could have gotten away with an alcoholic beverage) and sipped at it as she glanced around once more before spotting Cassandra, and then Tim who was up on one of the balconies. She wondered how her teammates were dealing with the return of their father.

She looked from side to side, making sure no one was paying attention to her before bouncing up to the balcony next to Tim. “So, you look like you’re having all kinds of fun.” She said with a smirk, resting her back against the railing.

[Deadpool]

This will be one fancy shindig he would ever be invited to. Technically he ended up running into Sandi and asked for anything going on in another city. The gal still had it on gathering things and managed to get him an invitation to the party of the century! ….more like a stupid fundraiser for another orphanage gig. Why not go say hello at any rate?

Deadpool really wasn't going to give much. Possibly enough to get a pack of Little Debbie snack cakes and that was it. Hey, a mercenary has to have priorities on where the money goes.. Mostly to bills, food, weapons and anything useless that might come in handy later. He had spent a good portion of the time getting there debating to himself whether or not he should use his image inducer.

“Yeah, yeah. My brain won in that department on using it. So now I'm like Thom Cruz again, but not permanent or exactly like him,” said the crackpot mercenary. Donning a white zoot suit, he entered the building and gave the invitation over to the one collecting them. Tipping his hat up a bit, Wade's features were that of a tanned male in his late thirties with dazzling green eyes and shoulder length sandy blond hair.

“So many people! Sheesh, what a crowd this place has become in a short amount of time. Is this Brucey fellow really that huge? Oh, hey! Looks like I'm not the only fellow to come to some random unknown person's part from our world,” he stated after seeing Ororo Munroe talking to the press.

Hark! Could it be? Why yes it is! The flamer from the Fantastic Four was here as well. More like trying to hide the fact he's in this high joint fundraiser event. 'I bet an old lady will try to pick him up later after a few drinks.' 'Or it could it be that he'll get wasted then try to hit on GMILFs....'

Eww. Shuddering now. Deadpool really didn't want to think of Johnny going after grandmothers. He headed into the room off to the side to pick up a small plate of food. He really knew how to deal with the photographers that got in his face. Start a really weird conversation to turn them away.

“Well that was fun. Maybe should have talked less about how to shear a poodle's fur off and knit it into a scarf,” he mused to himself, picking up a glass of champagne before heading back out into the main room. His green eyes scanned the room full of people – having missed Bruce's grand entrance by two minutes at least upon arrival – and was looking over all the good looking babes.

“Too bad half these broads are taken or air headed and snobbish to an extent. Well that one looks out of place,” he said while eying Elyse in the distance. That was until he spotted Zatanna. A nice long wolf whistle escaped his lips as he headed over to her.

“Hey there, babycakes, what's shakin'?” he asked Zatanna with a smile. Taking a generous sip of champagne from the crystal flute in hand. The woman in the wheel chair and the young girl in a knee brace and crutches seemed to be the only ones to stand really out besides his dress attire. “The name's Wilson. Wade Wilson. Now I got to ask is the reasoning behind coming here like everyone else's? The free food is what lured me here as fancy shindigs always have the best food and punch around! Doesn't say much else as far as entertainment values go.”

His eyes lowered a bit to her cleavage. 'Thank God for the hat. Maybe she won't notice where I'm looking.' Deadpool took another drink of champagne to see if he can get himself out of trouble that way.....

[dinah]

You are both so going to get it for this and I swear for all that's holy you owe me for this one and probably well until Armageddon day. Dinah's glare and irritated tone were directed more at Charlie than at Babs. The shoe fit them both though and this blond bombshell was going to make them wear it. Attending a party when she's in the midst of divorce proceedings that only god knew when would end was the last thing Dinah wanted to do, even if one of her oldest friends was making a grand homecoming, that was irrelevant. And the fact that her best friend and the girl that was like a daughter to her best friend were both forcing her into submission wasn't nice at all.

Oh yeah. Just when you both least expect it, there it'll be. Revenge. She sat muttering in the backseat of the limousine, even as it parked. Arms crossed and frowning while smoothing a few wrinkles out of her gown for the night. If it wasn't Babs making her crazy just by the expression on her face for the duration of the ride, it was Charlie's ever enduring perkiness; most of the time which Dinah could find tolerable but not tonight. Fortunately, the thought of pulling up a chair near the bar and not leaving until she saw four of everything and everyone helped tame her just a smidgen.

I swear the first person that asks me why the hell Oliver Queen isn't here with me is gonna get the spike on the bottom of these high heeled dress shows shoved into the most painful place imaginable. I'll force it to fit through the hole.All things considered, the Canary was in a surprisingly good mood though. Well, compared to her mood of gloom and despair lately, this had to be considered an improvement.

Making a beeline for the bar just as she planned after making her way up the ramp and inside, Dinah Lance even managed to force a fake smile on her lips; counting heads in the process and squeezing her eyes shut with every camera flash that popped in her face enroute to the drinks.

[The Dark Knight]

(Alright, we are in need of a serious posting order here. Therefore, I am modifying the posting order to go as follows.

The Dark Knight
Batgirl
Red Robin
Misfit
Oracle
Poirot
Zac
Snatch
Storm
Norman Osborn
Human Torch
Zatanna
Deadpool
Black Canary
Joker

I've done it to assist in conversations and keep the people who know each other closer together. From here on, there shall be no more people in this thread, as there are ALOT of people already.

Secondly, and the most important rule, there is a 1 day maximum posting before your turn is skipped. I was originally intending 2, but seriously, with the amount of people here, it has to be 1. There is a discussed Joker plot going to happen at the party, and that needs to go underway. Thanks for your patience.)

Alot more people turned up than Bruce was expecting. His drunken fratboy antics would have to kick up a notch in order to successfully mask the coincedental reappearance of a Batman and the return of Bruce Wayne. His eyes scanned the area as a waiter came around and offered him a glass of champagne. Taking it gratefully, the Prince of Gotham strolled around the hall, greeting almost every second person, or being greeted, rather.

His first action, however, was to find his kids. He noticed a crowd of paparazzi ants around a darker skinned woman, apparently named Queen Ororo; his eyebrows raised as he had yet to hear of the woman. Perhaps another instance of the supposed merged universes? Making his way through the crowd, he managed to make out the figures of Tim and Charlie on the balcony. With a cheesy grin, Bruce literally saluted Tim, partly to give off the supposed drunken fratboy look, and also to thank him for coming. Next, he had to find Cassandra. Well, that wasn't hard, as she was caught by the ants of the media. He watched her from a distance, he couldn't exactly hear her words, but nonetheless, he could read her facial expressions. She wasn't thrilled at all. Pushing past the photographer, he followed her to, grabbing a second glass of champagne from a waiter. Moving behind her, he motioned the glass over her shoulder and smiled gently to her. "To help you through the night. Thanks for coming; Tim, Charlie and Barbara are here too. Hang in there." Lightly patting her on the shoulder, he moved back through the crowd.

More rounds needed to be done. He had to find the GCPD members that had been invited here. Pushing past the nicely dressed people, repeating the same greetings over and over, occasionally slipping in a immature joke or action; Bruce kept moving. He was a master of the art of acting and deception, and this people would still believe he was that same billionaire fratboy he always appeared to be. Narrowing his eyesight down to a woman and what appeared to be a younger girl on crutches, he moved in. With a smirk, he rather smoothly interrupted Zach's attempted compliment. "I'll let you get back to the chivalry in just a second, sir. I just have to thank this fine standing police officer for coming tonight. Your name was Elyse, right? Nice to meet you. Enjoy the party." Making eye contact with Zach once more, giving him a smirk, he continued on through the crowd. Alright, there were more people he had to meet.

"Mr. Wayne! Mr. Wayne! You have to meet Mr. Norman Osborn!" A older lady called to him and rather forcefully led him to a man wom happened to be running for election. Finishing his champagne, Bruce rather slyly grabbed a second from a waiter as he was directed to Mr. Osborn. He had heard the name, but didn't know of the supposed election campaign; having been away for so long. Well, not exactly away, more or less dead. Extending his hand to the so called Norman Osborn, Bruce nodded to him. "Nice to meet you, Norman. All the best for your campaign. Sorry, I've got a speech to make." Releasing his hand, Bruce then proceeded to find one more person. Barbara.

That wasn't hard either, she was in a wheelchair after all. Pushing through the crowd, he made sure to accidentally spill a portion of his drink and smile it off, blaming his excitement. Tracking down Barbara, he knelt down next to her. "Keep a eye on the kids, will you? You know me, I've got to make a charismatic speech." Smiling, Bruce stood up and made his way over to the main stage where a microphone was set up for him.

"Everyone." Waiting for the musicians to stop and the people to finish their conversations, he finished the last bit of his champagne, before he literally tossed the glass over the crowd to a waiter. "Nice catch....Now, where was I? I am seriously surprised and honoured that so many of you would turn out for such a important cause. Now, I know I've been eprcieved as a bit of a selfish immature moneyman, but if there's one thing I take seriously, it's the importance of family. I lost my parents when I was eight years old, and in a way, I still haven't recovered. I know the pain of losing your parents, having to grow up without them. Fortunately, I was blessed with my butler, Alfred and a lot of money. But these kids, they don't have that. That's what breaks my heart, guys. I've got my own kids now. Richard, Cassandra, Tim; I'll tell you, I'll give anything for them. But why should we stop at our own? That's why, I'm asking you to donate as much love as you can share for these children. Thank you." What Bruce didn't know, was that shortly after his heartfelt speech, there would be some uninvited guests.