It had been several years now since the death of his parents, well over 20 by his records, and the work that his father had started at Wayne Enterprises was going strong. Bruce Wayne ran the company in his father's vision, though it hadn't always been his plan to do so. Early on in adulthood Bruce was hesitant to face his responsibilities, to face the legacy his father had set before him. Corruption had run rampant by the time he walked back in the doors to take over, and the man in charge had even tried to have Bruce voted out of running his company. The plan backfired quickly, as Bruce brought the corruption to the forefront of a board meeting and soon he was back in charge as the rightful CEO.<br/><br/>Wayne Enterprises had its fingers in every part of business, from weapons contracts to medical research, to clothing lines and perfume. Bruce did all he could to help provide jobs to Gotham's citizens, help give the police force the latest weapons and armor, and clean up the growing pollution from factories that relied on outdated practices. There was only so much that Bruce Wayne himself could actually do though, and the police force had enough corruption in it that the mob held control for the most part. The same mob responsible for the death of his parents.<br/><br/>So Bruce decided to use his wealth, and training from The League of Shadows, to become Batman, strike fear into the hearts of criminals, and clean up the streets. For the most part it actually worked out very well, and with a friend in the GCPD, Jim Gordon, the police and streets were soon nearly cleaned up until a new class of criminal arose. They proved more difficult and challenging to quell, but as each challenge came forward he met it head on.<br/>----------<br/>Reality set in, "Master Wayne, we have arrived," Alfred said after opening the door to the limo for Bruce. The restaurant was very nice, Montessorino, a fine Italian dining place that required reservations. Tonight he had a table for two, but who he was meeting was still a mystery. He just knew that someone new was coming in to Gotham and that their wealth possibly rivaled his own multi-billion dollar life. The prospect of having some friendly competition or even a business partner to help with Gotham was very exciting. Dressed in a black tuxedo Bruce walked into the restaurant and was immediately walked back to a private area where he was sat down. He was early, a rarity, by ten minutes so now he sat and waited while he contemplated the wine list for the evening.<br/><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="5514" data-username="@savagerose" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5514/">@savagerose</a>