Bruce Wayne (capedcrusade) wrote in modernage, @ 2010-05-01 09:27:00 |
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Thread: Bruce Wayne is kidnapped from his own birthday party! We are shocked, shocked!
Who: Party Hosts, Guests, and EVIL KIDNAPPERS, including Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Duela Dent, Dick Grayson, Zatanna Zatara, Kate Kane, Barbara Gordon, Tommy Elliot, Damian Wayne, Clark Kent, Dinah Lance, Karen Starr, Hiro Okamura, Atlee, Talia al Ghul, Ted Kord, Scandal Savage, Deadshot, and Harley Quinn.
Where: Wayne Manor, Gotham
When: Saturday 17 April 2010, toward the end of this party.
Summary: Bruce Wayne's birthday party is going along smoothly, until Bruce Wayne is kidnapped! *gasp of shock!*
Note: Need details? The plotting post is here.
The party had been going—well, it had been going—but there was one last hurdle to overcome: cake.
As an enormous multilayer cake was wheeled in, Bruce immediately realized several things.
1. That looked suspiciously like a stripper cake.
2. Alfred had far too much class to allow a stripper cake. A quick glance at Alfred, noting the slight crease in the man's forehead, bore this out.
3. Something bad was about to happen.
4. There were far too many civilians present to control this well.
5. Whatever was about to happen, he'd rather it happened to him.
Bruce Wayne bounced up to the cake, shooing people away as he went. "My cake, I claim the first slice! My, isn't it large! This cake isn't to be eaten so much as conquered!" Hopefully one of the boys would pick up on that last hint. "Where are my weapons? Oh there they are!" and Bruce picked up the cake knife and server, leaning forward to slice. What was it? A person? A bomb? What was he going to do if it was a bomb? Depended on the explosives. Assuming the entire cavity was filled with C-4, he could—
"Bruce!" a voice rang out from the crowd. "You can't slice the cake until we sing!"
"Quite right, Veronica," Bruce said, straightening back up. "Sing away, sing away." He held the utensils casually in one hand. They could be used as weapons in a pinch. He picked up a glass of champagne with the other. If it was a bomb with a fuse, he might be able to douse it. Not that anything used fuses anymore, though remote activation would be difficult through all the icing. Regardless, all he could do just then was stand benignly by the cake, smiling pleasantly while everyone sang Happy Birthday To You.
And they wondered why he didn't like parties.