rebirth
vltra
December 6th, 2018
2:32 P.M.
Wayne Manor
As Alfred Pennyworth hung the small phone up in the living room, he turned to Bruce. The fire pit a few inches away warmed the room, and the sandwich and cracker snack-double filled the room with the subtle smell of bologna and pepparoni.
"Master Bruce," he said, "everyone has already gathered at the police department for the gala tonight. Won't you be attending?"
Wayne Enterprises, at the request and suggestion of the board members, had decided to hold a fundraising gala for the GCPD on this very specific night. They had come to this decision last week on a day Bruce Wayne-and, unusually, Lucius Fox-were absent from weekly board meeting.
Although Alfred knew for a fact that Lucius didn't mind, and possibly even endorsed this decision, he couldn't say the same about Bruce. Alfred had no idea what went on in Bruce's head anymore.
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2:45 P.M.
Gotham City Police Department
Sydney Sionis, the long lost brother to Roman Sionis, picked up a glass of honey-colored champagne from one of the food and drink-cluttered desks, which had long cloths carefully tucked over and under them to make them look better than they were.
As he took a sip, he wondered how a place like this would have such an exquisite buffet.
His main goal was not the food or drinks, however. Roman Sionis, the former CEO of Janus Cosmetics, had been accused of purposefully disfiguring dozens of customers via their makeup products. Although this was never proven, Sionis was still found guilty, and was sentenced to 50 years in Blackgate Penitentiary. Somehow, Roman got out, and Sydney wanted answers.
Being related to Roman Sionis, a convicted criminal, had its misfortunes. Many people did still believe that Roman had actually disfigured those 67 men and women, and it was bad for business. Sydney ran the Sionis Steel Mill to the best of his abilities, but people don't change very much.
Disregarding the fact that he had completely zoned out for the past few minutes, Sydney heralded the attention of a GCPD assistant. She was slightly taller than Sydney, wore square-shaped glasses, and had long, black hair.
"Hello Mister Sionis, how may I help you?" she asked, overenthusiastically. Sydney looked beyond an elevated wooden platform on the far right side of the room, past all of the wooden desks littered throughout, and up a flight of stairs-one on the left, and one on the right, both leading up to the same place.
"May I speak with the commissioner? It's important."
2:32 P.M.
Wayne Manor
As Alfred Pennyworth hung the small phone up in the living room, he turned to Bruce. The fire pit a few inches away warmed the room, and the sandwich and cracker snack-double filled the room with the subtle smell of bologna and pepparoni.
"Master Bruce," he said, "everyone has already gathered at the police department for the gala tonight. Won't you be attending?"
Wayne Enterprises, at the request and suggestion of the board members, had decided to hold a fundraising gala for the GCPD on this very specific night. They had come to this decision last week on a day Bruce Wayne-and, unusually, Lucius Fox-were absent from weekly board meeting.
Although Alfred knew for a fact that Lucius didn't mind, and possibly even endorsed this decision, he couldn't say the same about Bruce. Alfred had no idea what went on in Bruce's head anymore.
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2:45 P.M.
Gotham City Police Department
Sydney Sionis, the long lost brother to Roman Sionis, picked up a glass of honey-colored champagne from one of the food and drink-cluttered desks, which had long cloths carefully tucked over and under them to make them look better than they were.
As he took a sip, he wondered how a place like this would have such an exquisite buffet.
His main goal was not the food or drinks, however. Roman Sionis, the former CEO of Janus Cosmetics, had been accused of purposefully disfiguring dozens of customers via their makeup products. Although this was never proven, Sionis was still found guilty, and was sentenced to 50 years in Blackgate Penitentiary. Somehow, Roman got out, and Sydney wanted answers.
Being related to Roman Sionis, a convicted criminal, had its misfortunes. Many people did still believe that Roman had actually disfigured those 67 men and women, and it was bad for business. Sydney ran the Sionis Steel Mill to the best of his abilities, but people don't change very much.
Disregarding the fact that he had completely zoned out for the past few minutes, Sydney heralded the attention of a GCPD assistant. She was slightly taller than Sydney, wore square-shaped glasses, and had long, black hair.
"Hello Mister Sionis, how may I help you?" she asked, overenthusiastically. Sydney looked beyond an elevated wooden platform on the far right side of the room, past all of the wooden desks littered throughout, and up a flight of stairs-one on the left, and one on the right, both leading up to the same place.
"May I speak with the commissioner? It's important."
