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Thread: [Batman RP] MusÃ©e du Louvre

It seemed that the terms for fashionably late applied in Paris just as much, if not more, than in Gotham where the man hailed. As the raucous sounds from the helicopter called for all their attention, dozens of gazes were drawn up to the glass ceilings and the bespeckled stars past the sheer black metal. Several left their posts and observations to go and see the spectacle, while others slowly ambled along, all of the movement flowing towards the entrance where the attention grabbing idol would soon appear. Very few stayed behind. It might have been planned, the way the masses simply seemed to form around the source of light and charisma emanating from a very quick and brief speech, and how quickly the microphone was brought up. As the awes and applause rose up in the main lobby of the eastern museum wing, she passed a glance backwards on her way towards the lounge area. She had given quite a sum to the charity ball, but no where near the offering Mr. Wayne had heralded in. It wasn't so much that she was envious or indebted, but the airs he had put on gave her some need to be distant from them. It was rather suffocating, showing off. And there would be plenty of opportunities to be introduced to a man who needed no introduction during their night there, certainly. A scholarly looking man in a white suit was explaining the intricacies and economy of Gotham City, spurred by the new arrival. It was to that little gathering that she lingered to hear and learn more. Overbearing as the young multi-billionaire was, it didn't hurt to know what she could. Her presence was noted when she gave that acquaintance a small smile. It was all it ever took. Ah, Ms. Kyle, you've not yet been introduced to Mr. Wayne have you? I'm sure you appreciate the donation as much as our museum does. The PhD began, offering his arm as an escort to her. He was one of the few there that she respected to some degree, and was one of the better people for it. While his contribution was anticipated, it was far more generous than who'd have ever thought. Perhaps you two have something in common. Perhaps. Selina supported, despite the shadow of doubt. Is he always doing this? The helicopter or the check? Both, she grinned, her dark eyes picking apart the crowds. Well, why don't you ask him for yourself? Professor Trepany suggested, the group that had gathered around the man of the hour noting their presence. The enigmatic woman and the elderly official made a rather striking pair. Welcome to France, Mr. Wayne. If I might introduce to you the director of this particular charity project, Selina Kyle. I thought I'd express my gratitude on behalf of the endangered species you've spared tonight, She continued with a lightness to her tone. Tell me, what prompted such a generous whim? The attention of the people around them became focused and polite. Inquiring minds might want to know. Thinking about adopting a stray panther in the future?
Thread: [Batman RP] MusÃ©e du Louvre

Bruce Wayne indeed seemed to have arrived and subsequently become the focus of the attention of many at this particular function. Oh undoubtedly some of the locals thought his arrival slightly ostentatious but his reputation as a whimsical, affable American playboy tended to precede him. Beyond that being the richest fellow in the room tended to give him a him license to behave however he wanted. A bottle of champagne was popped open at the bar as various party going came to great him, commend him on his generosity and naturally women arrived to faun over him. He very much looked the part he was expected to play. His facial features were strong and solidly masculine in their disposition. Dark eyes and dark hair met tanned skin and an easy, casual smile to give him a rather charming appearance. His form seemed rather fit with the tailored suit he wore displaying it to some degree. A good breadth to his shoulders was also displayed. A glass of champagne was in his hand and he seemed to be drinking from it readily enough. His other hand gesturing as he related a joke of some sort or another. As Professor Trepany and Selina approached him he idly noted And there is a man after my own heart here at a party with a woman half his age. Those who lingered about him laughed in an appropriately sycophantic manner. However, he simply grinned to the two of them and nodded slightly as he noted Evening to both of you, if you havent heard Im Bruce Wayne. Ah yes, it is a pleasure to be here in France. I dont think think Ive ever been to France when its this cold outside. Usually Im on the beach in Provence, enjoying the sand and the view. He grinned as it seemed a more appropriate answer than the women. As for whether you might introduce me to Ms. Kyle I suspect you just have. Not that Im one to complain of being introduced to striking women. A good evening to you then Selina. Ah the generous donation, well you see I was sitting on my couch watching some tv and my keys fell out of my pocket. I had to turn over the cushion to retrieve them and found some spare change, so I thought Id pass that along. The remark provoked laughter from those surrounding them and he took a ship of champagne before shrugging his shoulder slightly. But more seriously Selina, I just try to do my part to make the world a better place. Perhaps Im just more fortunate than others is being able to do a little bit more. He winked to her as he noted And I dont know about stray panthers, but Ive been known to keep things which followed me home.
Thread: [Batman RP] MusÃ©e du Louvre

She was mildly amused at the answers he gave. While the chorus of laughter bubbled up around them, rising to the surface like the sparkling champagne, a small quirk curved the corner of her lips, lilting with the loft of a fine chestnut tinted brow. She was likely far more critical of him than the others might have been, attempting to see the real reasoning or motivation behind his splurging of monetary fancies. Russian women, of all ethnicity, that suit, his smile, and the apparent comfort and company of being the center of all attention. Not all rich play boys were quite as exuberant as this one. Maybe there was a reason for it. Then again, maybe not. You must have quite a collection, then. Selina remarked, biting back the notion of suggesting a zoo even if it was implied. Does the one here interest you at all, Mr. Wayne? Maybe you were watching a documentary on forest preservation and natural history when you turned that cushion over. Perhaps I could enlighten you? It was only polite of her to offer. In some sense, she was obligated to. No matter how little he cared for the cause he had unintentionally joined and no matter how little she cared for him. Still, even if forests were the last thing he worried about, there was something about plunging necklines and blond hair complementing red dresses that might have kept his attention. While it was rude of him to refuse her at the event, and after his donation, she didn't hold any expectation that was too high. Either it would reflect badly upon both of them, or it wouldn't. For all she knew, maybe he did enjoy all the shallow pleasantries and aimless conversation amongst so many human predators. Depending on how long he had been playing his part as the attention grabbing jewel, he might have even intrigued her. After the initial distaste cleared from her palate of first impressions, anyway. So much money and only so many ways to spend it. If only everyone were so fortunate.
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Bruce Wayne did indeed appear to be rather comfortable being the centre of attention. His manner was easy and he seemed to let charm and humor readily spring from his lips to keep those about him amused. Although there seemed little serious about his comportment, he seemed to be there for a good time not a long time. Whether he came across as brash or suffocating in the manner that attention seemed to fix on him likely depended upon the observer, although if nothing else he seemed to enjoy playing the part life had dropped him into. He simply grinned as he noted I do have an acquisitive nature. He remarked agreeable enough. Bruce smiled as he noted Well I know that the rainforests make sure we all have air to breath. That seems relatively important. He offered her a bemused smile as he noted Probably a bad precedent to set to agree to let you explain everything you think I need to know on the subject after all now people are going to expect me to learn about cancer, child poverty and the inner workings of hospitals. He chuckled softly as he shook his head Ah but who am I to refuse a beautiful woman? He smiled to her as his eyes did indeed linger on the plunging neckline of her dress. He did indeed seem interested enough in that to humor her. He retrieved himself a glass of champagne and then casually strode over to her and slipped his arm about her waist. Thereafter, a rather bemused smile graced his lips as he noted Enlighten me then. He grinned slightly Since you have all the answers about whats going on with this particular cause. After all you now have the opportunity to convince one of the richest men on earth that this is all terribly important. He chuckled softly No pressure.
Thread: [Batman RP] MusÃ©e du Louvre

Those were rather surprising words. Did he really not know or care where that money went to? Selina couldn't help but to wonder. With metastasis, world hunger, and health care systems, were they just another noble concept, each as in depth as the mere knowledge for 'breathing'? So he knew air was vital. Impressive. She reserved her comments even as they became relatively alone within the bauble of a world that he had agreed to accompany her to, drawing him away from the social circle and the crowd. No pressure at all, Selina agreed, the curve of her hip lightly tapping against his as she turned out of his grasp, the return of her revolution sweeping up his arm to a more gentlemanly posture for escort. It wasn't as if she were another one of his paid models. She was far too graceful and aloof. I'm not so ungrateful for your patronage as to attempt to swindle you for more. I could hand you out facts and statistics as easily as you hand out checks, but would that make it any more gratifying? She doubted it. The manicured fingers of her free hand slipped through the soft fur of a leopard frozen in its place as it stalked past them along the aisle. The barely touched champagne glass she had been harboring before had been left behind in exchange for his arm. Besides, I'm sure the starving children of Eritrea would be more appreciative for a few more thousands than a few more trees. Though... with a trinket like this, She paused, turning his attention to a ornately wrought jewel sitting in its case. Blinding diamonds decorated a white gold choker. You might be able to solve world hunger once and for all.
Thread: [Batman RP] MusÃ©e du Louvre

Bruce Wayne offered her a rather casual smile. Whether he had such casual disregard for the various causes he supported monetarily or whether he simply chose to present a rather irreverent image. There was a rather clever look to his eyes and surely one didnt manage to stay a billionaire by being a complete dolt. But he seemed to present a rather simple social image. He found the woman slipping away from his arm to take it in a rather more dignified fashion. He made a tisking sound as she did so. Although he offered no other comment as he sipped the glass of champagne in his hand. Oh Im sure there isnt, you dont seem the excitable sort. Bruce Wayne flashed her a smile as he noted You could rattle off a number of statistics and facts. But to what end, Ive already given your pet cause a million dollars. He idly noted I rather think were one going to save the environment thats about as much as you could expect from anyone here, after all Im just Bruce Wayne not Captain Planet. He smiled pleasantly to her as he noted Ah well to prevent them from starving Id need to somehow arrange world peace and eliminate poverty for someone who doesnt know all these facts and figures you certainly have high expectations of what Im to accomplish. Bruce glanced down at the choker with its diamonds. He lofted a brow to her as he noted A lovely trinket and likely exorbitantly expensive. Im sure if I bought it, it could raise a lot of money for the impoverished. But as lovely as that choker might look upon your neck, Im not sure how I should be able to use it to solve world hunger once and for all..
Thread: [Batman RP] MusÃ©e du Louvre

Well, at least you know your limitations, I'll give you that. Selina offered. Fairy tales and children shows only changed so much about the world. It wasn't as if anyone expected people like them, corrupted and helpless adults, to do anything for their future. You've heard that new adage haven't you? That if everyone pitched in and gave up a small portion of what they had, much like you, Mr. Wayne, many... problems would be solved. But you can't change society on your own. It's hard enough trying to fix even one person. It seemed she was spending less time showing him the sights than she was probing at the edges of his mentality. He wasn't quite as ridiculous up close. Still, he was right. It took a certain degree of finesse to get her riled up about anything, and one wouldn't find it in a social function such as the one they currently found themselves within. And she didn't find it in his company. He wasn't the only calm and cool playboy who had ever been in her company. And her particular breed made it difficult to warm up to just anyone in a certain matter of time. That choker doesn't belong here, Selina told him. Quietly, of course, as just a little trivial secret. If it did, then the Mayans certainly possessed a bit of modern taste. I suppose, at best, she tried to justify, diamonds are the same mined up out of the ground anywhere, aren't they? And if there's money to waste, why not waste it on something like that. Maybe it was a pet project, but it was more than just herself running it. It had been a collaboration. It was never a very good idea to work with too many people and gather them in one place and purpose when money and riches were involved. And it was not a good idea to throw money around without knowing which root it fed to directly. He and none of the other donations really could know. It was only a grasp upon the surface and the everyday knowledge for the good of trees. The fact of the matter was, who knew where the money went once it was in another set of hands. Maybe a few new sparkling pieces of jewelry that neither solved vanity nor the world. Her eyes had never come up to meet his, pinpointing the surroundings of the room and their implications. Eventually, they caught the sight of the tall and gaunt professor making his way back to catch them during their walk. At that, she finally did stop in their easy gait, his arm pressed momentarily against the side of her chest before releasing it to face him. In her red stilettos, her height was close to match him at eye level. Well, it's been a pleasure, Mr. Wayne. Thank you again for your donation and company tonight. I hope you enjoy your stay in France. With that she turned to meet the other man halfway, saving time, the professor nodding his head in acknowledgment to excuse them from the main hall where everyone continued to loiter an hour or so more.
Thread: [Batman RP] MusÃ©e du Louvre

Bruce Wayne smiled to her as he remarked Well we all have our limitations, mine are just different than many other peoples. He rolled his eyes slightly as he noted Yes, yes, save the world, thats what all the rock stars are preaching. On the other hand it doesnt seem to cause them to live any less comfortably themselves, theyd like everyone else to do all the hard work involved. Nor do I really think that everyone throwing money at a problem is genuinely going to fix it. Some money will help but more will be frittered away. But spending someone money for all these causes.. its good publicity. Bruce lofted a brow to her as he idly noted If it doesnt belong here then why is it on displace with items that are topical by nature? Seems to be placing it out in plain site where someone might be tempted to try to steal it for little reason then. He shrugged as he noted How big of a diamond does one really need though? They are rather pretty but what use is there for something like that other than as a rather showy display of wealth. He grinned slightly Not that there is anything wrong with that, but Ive more useful ways to do so than gaudy jewelry. As the woman excused herself he nodded slightly to her. It had been a rather strange conversation as far as these things went. However, he nodded politely to her as he remarked My pleasure. Thereafter, he headed back to the group of people whom had surrounded him not terribly long ago. His presence was naturally sought after by the glitterati there for the evening. Several drinks, and a rather swanky hotel room later he found himself upon his private jet and heading back to Gotham. He presumed the city had managed to survive a night without him. Yet without his watchful eye, who knew what sort of mischief might transpire. But at the very least one day should not be so long as to have allowed the various seedy elements time to stretch their legs nor to develop any misguided feeling of security. Surely the city police could manage without him for a few nights running. Hence it was with a yawn that he stretched out in his rather luxurious chair on his private jet, and picked up the novel beside him and thumbed through its pages. Even the fastest of jets took a while to make the jump across the Atlantic, the world would simply have to wait.
Thread: [Batman RP] MusÃ©e du Louvre

Bruce Wayne arrived in Gotham and it wasnt long thereafter that he learned of the jewelry theft from the Louvre. A flicker of annoyance had crossed his features being rather aware that rather than to whatever causes were being espoused the money hed donated now was surely going to be devoted to covering their ass and saving face as best they were able. But as he told the woman hed met that night, he was hardly one to save the world. Gotham on the other hand was an entirely different matter. His jet had landed at the airport and shortly thereafter hed returned to the sprawling estate where his mansion was located. He was greeted by the ever present figure of his butler Alfred who bid him welcome and that the chef would be preparing his supper shortly. Bruce had nodded his head absent mindedly as he stalked off to his room and tossed his bags down upon his bed. Diner followed and then he was down into the catacombs below the mansion. In those caverns hed made the lair of his alter ego, that beast that lurked within him which dispensed justice unto the city with a righteous vehemence. The shriek of a bat would be heard as would the rustle and flap of wings, but for the most part he was left to his own devices. Bruce had settled into a rather large chair in front of a computer screen as he examined what should have been classified police material indicating what criminal activity had transpired over the last several days. Nothing immediately jumped out at him, nor did the police scanner sounding in the background indicate any current crisis. However, having been absent for several days, he slowly undid the collar of his shirt and then its buttons as he rose from his chair and over towards the armored locker in the cave. His password was input and thereafter that distinctive black body armor that garbed him was slowly put into place one piece at a time. His form covered so that he went from appearing to be the harmless playboy to the dark knight. Clad in that dread black and with the cowl masking his face he stalked back into the cavern and towards his vehicle. The Batmobile itself awaited him and its door was opened and he made himself comfortable within it as he started the vehicle and his foot weighed down upon the gar to send it leaping forth into motion as he took off towards the city. If nothing else transpired that night, he would have patrolled the cities streets ensuring to its safety. But a report of a robbery in progress was heard and he sped off in its direction.
Thread: [Batman RP] MusÃ©e du Louvre

The trio of would be robbers were both flustered and frustrated with the outcome of their heist. The jeweler was some distance away from the police precinct, and even if they tripped the alarm, which they had been certain they wouldnt do given their knowledge working in the inside. There would be adequate time to make their getaway. As it was, they had lost a significant amount of time and the flash of the sirens were already visible from the other end of the street just as they turned the corner to the next. Perhaps they still had a plan B given their carefulness to plan from the beginning to end. As the sound of the engines and racket thundered down through the buildings and towards the direction of the outskirts, her work was more or less done. The block that she had presided over was once again fading into silence as the security alarm lost its zeal and the owners and investigators came in to begin the long clean up. It wouldn't be a very difficult case. Bringing her stiletto heels back up to the ledge where they had dangled, she rose, the appearance of a tail swaying with her movement from behind. The rest of the coil of her black whip was wound comfortably at her waist, over the golden rings of her girdle. Those, and perhaps the dark onyx that adorned and served as her claws, were her usual decor for the form fitting skin of black that veiled the curvaceous feminine figure. Of course after the event that night, she also possessed two pearl bracelets wound in tiers around each wrist, and a long string of the white pink orbs folded twice over around her neck. She was the prettiest black cat to traverse the edge of the street for sure. With her lounging and basking in the moonlight done though, nothing more to see or to her liking, she might as well have begun home. Unfurling her whip, she tossed the end out across the alley to swing past once the end momentarily clasped a portion of a pole. In midair, one of the larger bracelets slipped from her free hand, dropping down to catch and scatter over the windshield of the chance vehicle which happened to hurdle through in that same moment. That was a rather interesting sort of black and gaudy car. The pearls held together well, but the string that bound then snapped on contact, the beads exploding in no more than a spark. Oops. She breathed, looking down over the little pinpricks of light on the dark ground far below. More curious was the vehicle that had broke them.