Who: Bruce Wayne and ??? What: The "lightning" strikes... When: (Game opening) Where: Gotham City Rating: TBD Status: OPEN / Incomplete
Although the multimillion dollar corporation funded everything Bruce Wayne really cared about doing, there were times he greatly resented having to show his face at Wayne Enterprises. Boring presentations, petty lunch-ins, bureaucratic dealings with foreign investors and fellow business men- absolutely none of this compared to his night life. Most people thought “Gotham’s playboy” was out recklessly partying until the sun showed itself on the city’s dank horizon but only those closest to him knew the truth. It was his identity as “Bruce Wayne” that truly seemed to be his mask. For it was only in the cowl, the man felt like himself.
Sighing softly and turning his attention out a nearby window, Bruce watched as the storm brewed overhead. It was an ungoldly hour for a meeting, well before the working world usually gathered but because of the time differences cross globe, this seemed to be the most mutually beneficial time. Three flat screen televisions hung low on the opposite wall, projecting the insides of three difference business offices around the world. Somewhere in the background, a man whose name he didn’t even remember was discussing the latest percentage of oil refinement in comparison to last year’s numbers. Somehow the clouds seemed more interesting. If only he knew how right he was. For at that moment, a bolt of lightning reached out and connected with the pavement a few blocks away. Watching the phenomenon, Bruce noted something incredibly strange. The light did not flicker and then fade but seemed to remain there as if stopped in time, shining brightly in the afternoon sky. In the distance he noticed another flash of lightening hit ground. Then another… and another.
Something was wrong. Bruce sat up in his chair, his eyes narrowing. These weather patterns made no sense. Though the Bat-signal had yet to show itself, Bruce felt inclined to investigate. His mind was racing with horrific imagination, wondering who was responsible and what their intentions were. Could it be Mr.Freeze manipulating the clouds? The Joker lighting up the city like Christmas day? Or was it a new villain, one the likes of which he had never seen before. Bruce suddenly stood and all eyes of the long office table turned to him as if expecting him to say something of dire importance. “You’ll have to excuse me, gentlemen…” he began, buttoning up the blazer of his suit. “But this meeting has run longer than I expected. I have a previous engagement I must tend to.” He turned his eyes toward Lucius Fox sitting across the table. “Carry on, Lucius, you’re in charge.”
With a nod of the head, Bruce was walking out the meeting-room, hastily making his way toward a private elevator at the end of the hall and not even stopping in his office before he exited the building with his eyes toward the sky.