DC: I am Bruce Wayne

Chapter 158: Rich Man's Auction (1)

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"I had the most absurd nightmare. I was poor and no one liked me."

– Louis Winthorpe III, (Trading Places)

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<{Leland's Auction House, Gotham}>

<(Bruce Wayne POV)>

"Hey Bruce, don't you think these rich people are extremely rude? That woman wearing the Cashmere scarf almost killed a poor server just because he dropped a few drops of champagne on her heels, and yet nobody tried to help the poor guy until you stepped in. These people are exactly what rich people are shown to be like in cliche movies. It's quite shocking how different you are when compared to them." Nyssa shook her head with a look of disgust on her face.

"You are right, Nyssa. They are rude but that is because most of these people are millionaires, not billionaires. Normally billionaires are a lot more PR trained, and they make sure to keep their real personalities a secret from the public, especially if they are self-made. But most of the people here aren't self-made billionaires. They are either assholes who inherited their wealth from their family without ever bothering to learn about basic manners or they are just a bunch of nouveau rich who succeeded in landing a hefty bonus after buttering up their asshole bosses and thus now consider themselves superior to the rest of humanity because of their measly millions." I replied in a single breath. "Honestly, I feel bad for them, well at least for their parents because more than half of them are going to get bankrupt within the next decade while the rest who don't improve themselves will have their true faces revealed to the wider world once the age of social media truly flourishes," I concluded with a shrug.

"You sound like you don't like them as well," Nyssa giggled while adjusting the red dress she was wearing. Although the dress was quite modest, only accentuating her curves in the right places while tastefully highlighting her figure, making her stand out at the auction, she still appeared to be quite uncomfortable in it. This discomfort may have either been because she wasn't accustomed to wearing dresses due to her life as an assassin, or perhaps because of the way some of the perverted old men kept stealing glances at her every now and then.

"I don't. There are a few good apples among them of course, but most of the rich in Gotham are just corrupt elite filth that wants to suck the city dry. I swear, it's almost like this city is cursed. Even the Wall Street guys from New York are probably more empathetic than these motherfuckers." I muttered while smiling and nodding at one of the rich couples who raised their glasses in my direction in greeting before quickly leading Nyssa toward our seats.

"Do you actually know any of them? I mean, they all seem to recognize you and some of them even look like they are afraid of you. Most of the rich women have been trying to hit on you even in front of their husbands while the men are doing their best not to even look in my direction to avoid offending you. And as for the ones who weren't able to resist looking at me, they are staying at least 20 feet away from us. As far as I am aware, you never did anything scary as Bruce Wayne, nor have you yet shown the world what you are truly capable of? So, the question is why are they so... scared of you?" She curiously wondered aloud.

"Money. It can be used to grab people's attention as well as scare them. You see, the people who have money know what money can buy in this world. They are very much aware of how easily I could make their lives a whole lot harder with the help of my wealth if I ever wished to. That's why the people who think that we will never get along are making sure to stay away from me. They don't want to make an enemy that they are going to regret later on... As for whether I know them or not, of course, I don't. I have an eidetic memory; I am not going to waste that on remembering the faces of these shitheads." I sneered before noticing a familiar face walking towards us, a face that shouldn't be in Gotham. "However, I do unfortunately remember his bald ugly mug." I groaned as Lex Luthor approached me with an annoying smirk plastered on his face, followed by another woman wearing a business suit and a pair of cat-eye spectacles, that seemed to be his new secretary.