Bruce Wainright has (onerule) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-03-04 14:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *narrative, bruce wayne |
bruce narrative; gotham.
Who: Mayor Bruce Wayne
What: Narrative: Bruce makes good decisions.
Where: His office, Gotham.
When: Recentish.
Warnings/Rating: Nah.
Wishes ended. Gotham reverted back to its old self, badly behaving socialites replaced by the mobs. Falcone. Maroni. Everyone in between, structured crime organizations popping right back up into existence, and Bruce wasn't surprised, merely resigned. He hadn't allowed himself to hope enough to be disappointed, either.
But not everything returned to normal. He was still Mayor.
Oh, he could have stepped down. Removed himself from office. The Bat, Mayor, making sure Wayne Enterprises was in good hands; it had been taking his toll on him. There was no denying that. But he went to work in the morning, all the same, shut himself in his (the mayor's) office, and thought. It was early, daybreak, there were papers on his desk and messages carefully written out. His datebook was meticulously filled with meetings, obligations, clean black ink detailing his responsibilities-- and those were entirely separate from Batman, from his company. He'd lost his clean bureaucracy and gotten the old one back, where most were corrupt and those who weren't didn't have the courage to take a stand. The GCPD, too, were much the same.
He wondered that this was what people missed. Corruption, crime, people in power who didn't give a damn about anything unless it benefited them.
The mobs would want him to pick a side. To pledge loyalty. Bruce knew they wouldn't take kindly to refusal, regardless of how politely that refusal was given, but that was precisely what he intended to do. Why should he step down so another corrupt politician could take his place? What kind of message would that send? Maybe Gotham needed someone to take a stand. Batman wasn't enough; people still lived in fear. But maybe, maybe the Mayor standing his ground against organized crime was the example all those too hesitant to act needed to shake them out of apathy. He would need allies, too, and he didn't have many of those, not outside of the cowl. But Gordon could be a useful ally-- though he wasn't Commissioner yet, he also wasn't the sort to be pushed around. He was a good man. A rare breed, good people, but not extinct. He could find others. Draw them out, if need be.
It would still be dangerous, that was undeniable, and not only for himself. They would try to take him down. Destroy him. It wouldn't be easy.
When had that ever stopped him?
And so, his mind was made up. Didn't Gotham deserve a Mayor who couldn't be bought off or threatened? Selina and Eddie were infiltrating the mobs to take them down from the inside, and if they could do that then he could do this. Nothing would change if no one ever stood up and tried to make it happen. If no one pushed. War was on the horizon and Bruce wasn't going to simply sit by and do nothing when his city was in danger, that just wasn't who he was. And those who knew him should know better than to expect any such thing.
He hadn't been afraid of men like Falcone when he was younger. He wasn't afraid of them now.
But there was no time to waste if he was going to do this. There was a great deal to be done. He had to be prepared, to cover all his bases, and start taking steps toward action. He'd need every second of daylight if he was going to continue his work as the Bat once the sun set, after all. The mobs would be looking to rebuild their resources. Batman was going to be busy.
For now? Coffee seemed like a good start. And then, he'd get to work.