darkknight_ (darkknight_) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-04-27 21:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | [event] mhmra, batman, spiderwoman |
Who: Bruce Wayne (+ Open - I don't know if any SHIELD agents want to jump in on this bit of nonsense. Otherwise, Narrative)
NPC: Registration office workers, SHIELD agents, Robins
Where: MHMRA Registration Center, Gotham City
When: Apr. 27, 2013
What: Bruce Wayne goes to register himself.
"It's Bruce Wayne!"
The murmur that rolled through the Gotham branch of the MHMRA Registration office following this announcement - carried by the city's residents and met with stony bewilderment by attending agents - heralded a rush to the windows to see the luxury car that had just pulled illegally to the curb out front. It was a Bentley, but not the one usually driven by his austere manservant. This was the 2013 Continental GT, in a virulent purple; the world's fastest four-seater convertible. Wayne apparently needed the extra room, as an assortment of women spilled out with him, like a clown car.
Laughing loudly, the gaggle crowded through the door, barely noticing the agent attempting to inform him he couldn't park his car in the red zone except to toss him the keys. "No joy-riding now," he admonished playfully with a little wink.
A nervous little woman at the intake desk watched with ever-widening eyes as Bruce drew closer. 'Hello, Mr... um." Fiddling nervously with the chain of her pen, she hesitated, as though saying his name might be taboo. "A-are you here - I mean how can I-?" the woman gaped at him helplessly.
Bruce glanced at the nametag on her breast, noting her blush when his eyes returned to her face. Leaning forward, elbows on the desk, he took her hand in both of his, clasping it between them. Her lips parted. "Lillian, is it?" Bruce smiled when she nodded. "I'm very happy to meet you, Lillian." Putting her hand down, he straightened. "I'm here to register."
The dazed expression on Lillian's face faded into confusion and Bruce was aware of the voices around them echoing his pronouncement. "You're - you're what? But you have to be- that is... are you?"
"Of course!" Bruce said, giving her his widest grin. Throwing his arms wide to display himself fully, he announced to the room, "I'm Batman!"
There was a long, long silence. Then the rumble of voices started up again, with an undercurrent of laughter and more than a little confusion. Lillian's expression had moved from confusion into utter shock and as she sputtered for a response, she was pushed aside by a dour-faced SHIELD agent who did not at all seem amused.
"Mr. Wayne, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but we're engaged in a very serious business, and we don't have time for-"
"No, really!" Bruce insisted. "I really am Batman! Listen:" he rasped out something in a gravelly, unintelligible voice that resembled recent cinematic attempts at portraying the Dark Knight.
The agent's expression didn't move. Her eyes though, darted among the women hanging off of Bruce's arms. "And they?" she asked, the words staccato with disapproval. "Moral support?"
"Hmm?" He appeared to have forgotten his entourage. Bruce grinned broadly when he rediscovered them. "Oh! These are the Robins." They all giggled. "This is Robin," he gestured to a statuesque black woman. "And this is Robin," he indicated a tall redhead. "And this is Robin," he pointed to the blue-eyed blonde on his other side. "And- you are Robin, aren't you darling?" he asked the petite Asian who remained. She confirmed with a kiss to his jaw and he smiled in triumph at the agent.
Tongue tenting her cheek, the agent's eyes pierced Bruce with furious irritation. "And I suppose they intend to register, too?"
"Well," Bruce asked, eyes wide. "Don't you think they should?"
Laughter erupted in the room, even among some of the agents, though the rest shifted in annoyance.
"Mr. Wayne," the agent speaking to Bruce clipped out in a no-nonsense tone. "I suggest you and your friends go home before I find something to arrest you for. Now stop wasting our time."
She stormed out and Bruce's voice followed her out. "Alright - but you're making a mistake!" Turning to go, he nearly collided with the agent holding out his keys. "Oh, thank you!" Bruce grinned and pulled a hundred dollar bill out of his wallet. "We'll wait out front."