Bruce Wayne. Playboy. Millionaire. Orphan. All were words to describe the same man. A single most remarkable man. At this particular moment he was standing next to a large stage. His broad back was to the world. It fit snuggly inside a form fitted, handmade, black suit. It screamed wealth to anyone who looked at him. He stood tall, at six feet two inches, and proudly. He didn't slouch, or lower his head. Yet, for all his manner, he was still approachable. His blue eyes were warm and inviting. He smiled easily and quickly. He always had a kind word to say. When he corrected someone, he was polite about it and didn't make a big deal out of it.
People loved Bruce Wayne. He gave money to charities. He started his own charities. He even gave money to individuals, boy homes, rehabilitation centers, you name it, and he’s given them money. This was the reason why he was standing in a suit next to a partially set up stage, talking to a man with a design of the area. His low voice was a soft rumble. His hand gestured to another man then back at the design.
"Of course. I see it. Thank you Mr. Wayne." Said the man with the design. "That could have been a serious problem." He nodded his head to Bruce then collected the other man and they went off. Heads together looking at the design.
Bruce took the moment to roll his head and try to shrug some of the stiffness out of his shoulders. Last night hadn't been a good night. He was used to working sleep deprived. He was used to working with a battered body. He was even used to working with them both together, but that didn't mean his body hurt any less or that he wasn't tired. He looked around to see if anyone else needed him at the moment. No one did, they weren’t even looking at him.
Very well. He'd take the time to look over the entire area. Not that he thought there would be anything untoward, but it never hurt to look. He hoped the Harper siblings could make it. The doctors were doubtful that Samuel would feel up to it, but Lillian might come. He hoped at least one of them could make it so they could see Gotham rally together for one of their own. It would give them courage and strength.
Gotham wasn't a bad city. It was full of people trying to do the right thing. But with any city, there was also people who only thought of themselves. Criminals. Bruce rubbed his side discretely. His mind was hours away. Bruce, for the moment was replaced by the Batman. Then he was back just as suddenly. There was someone who he hadn't noticed before. He didn't stop, but kept an eye on the man. He was tall. Black hair. Glasses. Clean shaven. Nerdy looking. Badge over his right breast. Reporter than.
Bruce, satisfied that the man was allowed to be there, turned back to examining the area.