The roar of the crowd intensifies as a man walks up to the podium, leaving his latest super model girlfriend seated in the first row of seats, Bruce Wayne, the billionaire playboy stands at 6’0 and is built like the martial artist and extreme sports enthusiast that he is. The custom tailored black suit outlined a slim figure with broad chests and shoulders. His neck was long, giving him a regal bearing when combined with the strong jaw and high cheekbones on an otherwise caramel colored cherub face. His hair was so black that it was blue and was kept in a short taper on the sides and a short bed of curls atop his head. As usual, he had a ready smirk, smug yet not obnoxious. He knew who he was and what he had and was happy with it.
Bruce Wayne stepped up to the dais and began to speak, though no sound came. He looked at it with a smirk and tapped it twice before seeming to laugh in exasperation. The handsome young heir to the Wayne dynasty raised an eyebrow and looked questioningly at an older black man off to the side of the stage. Lucius Fox was the CEO of Wayne Inc. and had been a close family friend to the Waynes since their college days. The middle aged man smiled and disappeared into the crowd shaking his head wistfully.
After a few moments more of silence a squealing of feedback dialing through the speakers caused everyone to cover their ears, even eliciting a few high pitched squeals at its sudden appearance. “Oh, I see this thing does work,” he laughed and the crowd followed along, settling down and taking their seats. The smile disappeared from his lips and a look of seriousness,
“Now I asked you all here today to make an announcement. But, first my publicists says I should tell you a story. Well as you all know, I grew up both gifted and troubled. From the murder of my parents, to the wealth they left for me to inherit. My father always told me,
”Those with the power and the ability to help, are responsible for those with.” And for a long time I agreed with him. But after,”
His mouth shut on the words and the silence of the crowd mirrored his. America’s heart went out to him. When he began once more, his voice was solid and strong, but still heartfelt and sincere.
“Now, I see that we are responsible for one another. What we give to those without, helps to keep us grounded. These men and women that have so little, well they have lead me to believe that we all must work together, live together and then, and only then can we prosper together. And lets be honest, it’s much easier to change a child’s point of view then our own. So, I would like to unveil the
Camp for the Gifted and Troubled. A place where boys and girls from all walks of life can come and do what they do best. Be kids.”
The camera’s started to snap pictures as reporters fired off questions like machine gun rounds. The picture shrunk into a box in the corner of the screen where now a pretty young woman with long burgundy hair, luscious red lips set with a ready smile and eyes that seemed to shift from green to blue. The name appearing beneath her on the screen was Barbara Gordon, the niece and adopted daughter of the commissioner of the LAPD, James Gordon.
“That was the story today from outside of LA Live where billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne has sent the invitation out across Los Angeles for any and all to come stay on the Wayne Manor property. For the children there will be games, for the preteens and teenagers there will be competitions and a tour of Wayne Manor. Any adults that wish to apply as a chaperone are to goto
www.wayne.com/camp_counselor. This is Barbara Gordon for KTLA 5 News.”