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He wouldn't be in Star city forever. Not as he saw it. But he did know that he had work to do while he was here, and he couldn’t leave until he had at least somewhat gotten something out of it. Business was one thing, spreading influence here would be important but secondary in the grand scheme. He needed to get out there and get what he had really come for...a face to face with some of the heroes of the city. Or villains, as he saw it. He was brand new in Gotham, but as it were he was late to the ‘cape’ situation. He heard rumors of multiple ‘archers’ and ‘speedsters’ in this city, keeping his ear to the ground. But rumors and out of focus camera shots weren’t enough for Bruce Wayne. No, he’d need real evidence.
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For the first time in Star City, he donned his costume. Jet Black, armored and flexible. A belt holding everything he needed. A cape that he could electrical currents through to harden and shape how he saw fit. He had rented a beautiful apartment in a high rise and had chosen one that had windows that could be opened. Using that to his advantage, fully costumed and prepared mentally...he found himself getting to the roof of the skyscraper, overlooking much of the city. A crack of thunder overhead signaled a storm approached, which was probably more fitting to the night ahead of him than he would have imagined. A finger coming up to tap one of the two pointed ears as he’d tap into the radio broadcast system of the city, police scanners and the like. It didn’t take him long for a signal about an alarm at a jewelery store to go off, and he sprung into action. Legs pushing him off the roof and cape catching the wind as he’d glide over top of the city towards the the location of the alarm.
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Arriving on the rooftop of the adjacent building, the Bat was there far before any police vehicles had arrived. Or, as he saw it, before any vigilante’s had. Sharp, trained eyes peeling over the streets and roof tops, watching for the sign of any incoming intruder...bow wielding or running fast. His cape pulled in a bit to drape and cover his mouth, leaving only his eyes the non jet black color visible on his person. He’d only wait a bit, before springing into action on his own to stop the criminals...the arrival of another vigilante no matter to him. His wrist, hidden below his cape would be taped and a set of ‘eyes’ would slide down like glasses within the inner layer of the helmet. Set to scan for thermal signatures in a hot city wouldn’t be perfect, so he kept that feature off. But he did turn on recording, as he saw it, if he was going to get up close and personal to one of these people...he’d learn as much as he could about them, it was what Bruce Wayne did.
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But his train of thought was broken, as someone approached.




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<div class="btd-content">Bruce Wayne was in Star City. And well, it was one of his first stops on his business tour. Of course, today’s main stop wasn’t into a business, but rather a normally more influential place. The Mayor’s office. His suit primed and proper, clean shaven features and a face to die for as his hair was akin to being frozen in time, not a hair out of place. His limousine opened up at the front steps, Alfred Pennyworth letting him out as he’d adjust his lapel and observe his surroundings. Mr Pennyworth would lean forward, whisper into the businessman's ear and Bruce would nod to him. ”Thank you, Alfred.” A firm hand put onto his longtime friend’s shoulder, as he began his pace up the steps into the mayor’s office.
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A few people here or there took note of him, but relatively kept their cool on most fronts as they really had no idea who he was. He had been missing from Gotham for quite a while, traveling the world while his company was run by a group of shareholders. His return though, had sparked a shift back to his majority control as the heir to the Wayne fortune. Once within the doors, Bruce found his way up to the receptionist, a charming smile upon those features of his as the woman would greet him. Bruce would speak with a large amount of charisma, politeness and a smug tone like she would enjoy helping him. ”Hello. I’m here for my meeting with the mayor.” The woman would ask him his name and like it meant something, the Gotham born man would give it to her. ”Bruce Wayne.” He’d smile, winking at her as he’d watch her work before speaking.
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That was until he heard footsteps behind him, only for him to turn and see a woman enter the same lobby like area he had. Her face seemed somewhat familiar, and his features attempting to put a name on it. He knew in his head who it was, it was the mayor’s younger sister. Bruce didn’t go into a meeting without knowing a bit about the person he was meeting with, it was a rule of thumb for the man. But it suited him better to seem more ignorant than he really was. ”Excuse me miss. I hate to be rude, but you have a familiar face. Have we met before?” They hadn’t, he knew that, but he had a role to play.
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<div class="ocesubs"> 27 | CEO of Wayne Tech | Brant Daughtery | The Batman</div>
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(OOC note : inspired by batman begins)
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The play was odd, and took the boy off guard, as he struggled to keep calm in his seat. His parents, flanking him on both sides as he tugged at the suit he wore, the dark suit matching the dark lighting in the theater. Yet, as much as he attempted to hide his clear anguish and uncomfortable emotion, he was finally forced to tug at his father's arm to let him know he wanted to leave. And so they did, but as they found themselves in an alleyway outside of the theater, his life would soon be changed forever. As the man, named Joe Chill, approached and demanded their valuables, the boy's father attempted to reason with him and keep the situation calm. But the gunman's nervousness and a jerk motion with the gun forced his hand into firing into the chest of the man, killing him. A follow up shot would only serve to extinguish the life of his wife as well, as Joe Chill turned and ran in a panic. Left behind him though, was a wake of destruction he truly hadn't planned to cause. Bruce Wayne sat over his parents, as his father's last breath left his lungs.
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Time passed, and that boy who had been left behind aged, finding himself lost in a scramble for revenge as he explored his own state of mind. Studying at Princeton University, Bruce returns home in time for the court hearing for Joe Chills term suspension, in trade for information on Carmine Falcone. Intent on killing him, he brings a weapon to court and waits for him outside the courthouse. When Joe Chill was escorted out of the court and Bruce readied himself to have his vengeance, someone else took it from him, shooting Joe Chill before Bruce ever got the chance to. Distraught and disappointed he was unable to satisfy the hate he had harbored for so long, and admitting his intentions to a childhood friend. They display disgust in him, and Bruce's confusion forces him to confront Carmine Falcone himself.
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Face to face with Carmine, he is told he had no understanding of crime, causing him to decide to sneak aboard a ship and travel the world, becoming a criminal so he could truly understand what being one was like. After many robberies and heists, he was finally arrested and jailed, where he was soon confronted by Ra's al Ghul and offered a chance to train with the League of Shadows. Freed from prison, he ascended the mountains to find the League and train under them. There, he studied under Ra’s al Ghul as he proved himself to them. But when it was time to prove himself in a literal sense, to enact justice on a criminal by executing him, his lesson learned from his friend forced him to refuse. He betrayed the League, who he realized were murderers, and escaped barely with his life.
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Traveling on his own for some time, Bruce would eventually return to Gotham and Alfred, he begins to prepare to take on the mantle of Gotham's protector. Out of the loops for a few years and his studies both under the League and Princeton University, Bruce begins to come to terms with the state of the world, out of touch with most of it. He takes up the mantle long held for him, as CEO of Wayne Tech and begins to travel to other cities, both as billionaire Bruce Wayne and THE BATMAN. But he has much to learn. </div><p>

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The Press Conference was ready to begin, as reporters prepared their microphones and recorders, Bruce Wayne prepared his charm. Wayne enterprises was ready to show off some of their latest technical innovations for the hospital sector of their business, technology that would save lives and preemptively prevent thousands of citizens of Gotham from becoming infected. There weren't many things that elicited pride in himself, beyond his nightly escapades, but this innovation was proving to put a smile on his features. Yet still, as he adjusted his bow tie in the mirror of the bathroom, the noise of the crowds outside the door muffled by the tiled walls, he couldn't help but find nothing but other thoughts on his mind. Rachel and Arkham. She had been diving deep in to the Falcone case and it had worried Bruce, truthfully, but there wasn't much he could do at this exact moment. He knew there were things afoot he was unaware of, things that posed a threat to innocent lives of his City, but what exactly those things were, he couldn't say.
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He was dragged out of his thoughts by the opening of the door and the increase in volume of the crowds anxiously waiting for him, there was Alfred looking at him with an understanding glare. "Master Bruce, they are waiting." His accent thick in his tone, as he awaited Bruce's response before pushing the door further in, allowing him to pass by him.
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Bruce nodded to his long time butler, yet father-figure was more suiting, as he allowed his rough hands to smooth over the jet black suit that he wore before turning to head towards the door. He was only about 20 feet from the podium, where he soon found the room quieting down for a moment as he came into view. The long gone heir to Wayne Enterprises had returned only a month or two ago, and people found his very presence to be a surprise. Many had thought him dead, or worse, yet he had been somewhere much more important.
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He stepped up to the podium, hands gripping at the mahogany wood of the stand as he adjusted the microphone ever so slightly. "Good Evening. My name is Bruce Wayne, but I assume many of you already know who I am." A smug smile peeled over his lips, as if he loved nothing more then all the eyes on him, nothing more then all thoughts on what he had to say. Yet, the truth of it, was he hated it all. "As you also may know, I am here to make an exciting announcement that will benefit all citizens of Gotham." His eyes could practically dissect all those in the crowd, ranging from men who looked on with jealousy, to women who looked at him with lust. None of it mattered truly to the man. "It gives me great pleasure to introduce the newest neuroimaging device, The Nygma Scanner." The room opened to cheers, as Bruce smiled brightly. He was happy with what this device would do, and was glad to be giving people hope for brain diseases of many types.
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He went on and on, detailing what the device was capable of, that it would be free to use for all those with existing and potential brain diseases and who created it, Edward Nygma, a genius that had apparently been working on one of the small teams that had first developed the new technology. Yet, as the time lingered on and he noticed the daylight dwindling away, he was only interested in leaving and doing the only thing he felt comfortable doing lately. He moved towards the exit, shaking hands and allowing photos to be taken but keeping conversations to hellos and goodbyes, until a hand grabbed his shoulder. Edward Nygma. "Mr. Wayne, Thank you for all you've done."
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He turned to face him fully, his own large hand coming up to be placed on the smaller man's shoulder. "No, thank you Edward. You've saved thousands of lives with all your hard work." He pat him on the shoulder. "This is your night, enjoy. I though, must see myself out...I have matters to attend to." Edward took the response and headed back into the party, his introvert personality clearly on display, but Bruce brushed him off as he walked directly towards the exit. Eyes on Alfred who was already waiting near the door for him with the car parked just outside. "Get us home fast Alfred, I have a feeling tonight will be a busy night." His charming smile and demeanor gone, as his eyes narrowed, scanning the streets ahead of them as the car lurched forward.
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