elegance

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Driving into Gotham square garden, in my grey, shinning Tesla. As I drive along I slowly notice the mountains of crowds screaming for the riddler .Perching for his respect.
After managing getting around the protesting, as I arrive to the funeral venue in Gotham square. I drive in a i mediately get escorted out my assigned parking space perfectly spaced right outside the hall.  I jump out of my car boyishly, dressed in a black suit top and a skirt, instead of trousers, as at public events i have been told I need to impress the city of Gotham with a toxic unreal feminine image. Which I'm failing to do, according to my "father" .
Before I walk in I quietly queue for my ticket in the mass' of crowds, while I wait I notice  Bruce Wayne arrive arrive in his slick, black 90s looking car and park next to me. He is such a mesmerising man, eye catching to say the least. Just so perfect So perfect looking, so clean ans fresh. Bruce was wearing a black suit, with a tie, black boots and and a beautiful flattering trench coat. The trench coat was an interesting choice for a rich man, with a family legacy like his, although of course it was elegant and flourless once again.
Suddenly we made pure eye contract, then is when I realised I was staring to much so I turned by back and shifted my focus .
I grab my ticket just moments before Bruce, I quickly hurry into the memorial Hall. To avoid minimal small talk . I arrive at my seat, with an empty head, clear mind.
  I look up and automatically observe, the policemen standing by my seat
" Gil Colson has just been reported is missing"  says Gotham chef
His fellow officer looks at him in disparity and replies "oh Jesus not again"
The both of them converse, on a search party plan, just in case the somehow turns out not to be the riddlers doing.
I lose focus on that topic and turn back to Bruce Wayne. I noticed him again, talking to the family of Mitchel, paying his respects. So kindly he offers the little boy a high five, elegantly laughs, smiles at Michels wife and quietly walks back toward a seat

*screaming*
BANG, CRASH
*smashing glass

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