Gravity

Chapter One: Blue eyes

Not so surprisingly I'm writing another superbat fic.
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Bruce hates galas. He knows exactly what will happen when he arrives at the Metropolis Museum of National History and he is not looking forward to any of it; not the reporters with their prying questions or the desperate socialites trying to gain his attention. He would much rather be on patrol and fighting for the innocent civilians of the Gotham city. But lo and behold he was stuck on official Bruce Wayne business.

He sighed as the limo pulled up to the entrance of the Museum. The entrance was surrounded by photographers and paparazzi. He grimaced at the sight but sucked in a deep breath and opened the limo door. As soon as he stepped out he was blinded by flashing lights and people were yelling his name to try and catch his attention. He waved and smiled for the camera giving them his usual playboy grin. He knew exactly what to do to dazzle the crowd and he swore he could hear some of the women nearby swoon at the sight of him. He ignored them and entered the museum without a look back.

He would've been relieved if it wasn't for the fact that he was dealing with an entirely new problem; socialites with too much time and money. The museum was transformed into a glamorous dining hall where people drank and mingled. On the large screen above the stage, his name appeared in great gold leaders with a message of thanks for his donation. He could see a couple of people wandering about the actual museum taking their tours. He might just do the same later on.

"Mr. Wayne!" He heard his name over the music and turned to see Linda Linseed.

Bruce plastered on one of his playboy smiles and approached her, "how are you, Linda?"

"Better now that you're here." She chuckled and gave him a warm hug.

"I didn't know you'd be here in Metropolis as well." He pulled away from the hug.

A small smile played at her lips, "you know I love to keep the people guessing."

She was one of the few if not the only one that Bruce could tolerate in crowds like this. Her strawberry blonde hair was put up in an elegant bun and her dress trailed just slightly behind her. The forest green dress hung from her shoulders and hugged all her curves. Bruce knew she was a stunning woman but he also knew that she was very married and very much in love with her husband. So he never really looked at her as more than a friend and he was glad they had kept their relationship strictly platonic.

"You look gorgeous this evening." He knew when to lay on the charm, "and the mayor?"

"Networking for the next election." She waved her hand in dismissal, "he never stops working, you know that."

"We do have that in common." Bruce chuckled.

"And the boys?" She inspected her perfect nails and Bruce wondered if it was too late to leave.

"At home getting ready for bed." Bruce placed his hands casually in his pockets, "Richard has his constitution test coming up and Damian has a full day planned with Alfred tomorrow."

"I'm sure Richard's nervous." She grabbed two champagne glasses from the passing waiter and handed one to Bruce, "I knew in middle school I was hysterical about my grades being perfect."

"Richard is confident in himself and he has come a long way since he first started at St. Bernards." Bruce chuckled, "he's not afraid to fail and if he does he just gets back up and tries again until he gets it right."

"That's lovely to hear." She patted his shoulder, "I have to go schmooze some more people for a while but I'll find you later, dear."

"Alright." Bruce nodded and she was off.