Bruce Wainright has (onerule) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-09-10 22:24:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !dc comics, *narrative, bruce wayne |
narrative.
Who: Bruce.
What: Narrative: making plans.
Where: Gotham.
When: Nowish, pre-bb plot.
Warnings/Rating: Nah.
Bruce spent the last few days out of the office.
No one questioned him, partly because he was CEO and partly because he could be tight-lipped when he wanted to be and when he was like that, it was like hitting a wall trying to get somewhere. These particular projects he was keeping close to the chest, sharing only with those he trusted implicitly; that didn't include most of his employees, or his Board for that matter. So he looked at property on his own, abandoned land and empty factories as Eddie had suggested, and too, he had the Arkham land should he need it. Perhaps clinics could be built there, or a proper psychiatric hospital that actually existed to help and rehabilitate.
It was kept quiet. He didn't want Falcone or the other Families catching wind of his plans until it was too late, and by then he would be prepared to fight back. He made lists, too, of people to speak to, to interview, and he made note to speak to Stephanie as well. Her input with the clinics would be invaluable. And evenings were spent writing up proposals, for the school and a clean energy initiative, one similar to the one he'd started in his Gotham... but better. Less risk. He didn't want anyone to use Wayne assets against him.
Tomorrow afternoon, he'd have to speak to the Board. To present his plans, but Bruce didn't need their approval; he knew he might not get it. Of course, it would be beneficial, their support, but he was exploring other avenues for backing and money. (Not that he lacked the latter; he was perfectly willing to invest his own.)
Night fell. He exchanged one suit for another, and when he returned the dawn was fast approaching. Bone weary, but oddly satisfied, Bruce never made it back upstairs. He changed into sweats and a t-shirt and fell asleep in his chair, an alarm set and cheerfully ticking away so he wouldn't oversleep.