Re: Grayson and Raleigh
Elizabeth Raleigh hadn't really known the deceased all that well. Sure, they had met a few times at some charity function or another, and she was fairly sure her own mother had set eyes on Bruce Wayne at some point, like every other wealthy man in the city, but there was no tug at her heart over the death of Bruce Wayne. Still, she understood how much the city had lost with the murder of a man who gave so much. She hoped that his sons would continue his good work, and from what she could remember of them, it seemed like that would likely be the case.
Her eyes scanned the room. It never ceased to amaze her how many people were perfectly content to make this somber event into yet another opportunity to make business contacts. The fact it was entirely hypocritical that she was here mostly because of appearances was lost on her, though. It was one of her fatal flaws - she never really saw the same flaws in herself that she so frequently loathed in others. After all, she would say she was here because she respected Mr. Wayne, and wanted to pay those respects. She strongly believed that she was a better person than most people in Gotham.
As yet another defense lawyer made eye contact with her, she carefully ducked around a cluster of middle aged women, and went in search of a drink. She knew exactly what Charles would want, and while she believed in both mercy and rehabilitation, his client was well past her general three strikes rule. She grabbed a glass off of a passing tray when she happened to lock eyes with a familiar face.
Dick Grayson.
It had been years since she'd seen Dick. They weren't exactly friends, more like long lost acquaintances from their days in high school. She had a certain fondness for him back then, but their paths rarely crossed. Elizabeth was far too busy with trying to make the grades and get the extracurricular credits to get out of Gotham to really form any relationships outside of her close circle.
She gave him a gentle smile and approached, extending her well manicured hand. "I haven't seen you since, was it," she paused for a second to think, "I believe it was Mrs. Martin's Senior English class." Ten years seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye.