<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/BruceWayneAC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bruce Wayne<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Batman (But that's a secret)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Owner of Wayne Enterprises<br/><strong>Location:</strong>GothCorp<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zatanna<br/><br/><hr/>Bruce Wayne would rather have been at home preparing to patrol the streets of Gotham that evening, but he had to maintain appearances, and if the billionaire playboy wasn't seen as events such as the Humanitarian Awards, people would start to wonder exactly what he did with his time and his money.  Especially in light of the fact that he had won that very away for his philanthropy last year.  He didn't know Ferris Boyle very well... he had met him in passing for business involving GothCorp and Wayne Enterprises and would seem to be the honest CEO with a heart of gold to most, but Bruce could tell that the man was hiding something, even if it were just a ruthless business acumen beneath a veneer of, well... a humanitarian.  He didn't often ignore his instincts, though and this was no exception.  He did a bit of research on the company and the man and he seemed clean.  So for now, he would attend the award ceremony and applaud like all the other rich and affluent people of Gotham who were present.  His limousine pulled up to the building and Bruce stepped out, but not before speaking to Alfred, who was driving.<br/><br/><strong>"Stay close, Alfred."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Of course, Master Bruce."</strong><br/><br/>Once he had exited the car amidst camera flashes and people lined up outside to see the 'bigwigs' who would be attending the awards, Alfred drove away and Bruce flashed a winning smile to those gathered.  He made his way into the building and was shown to the elevator that took him to the floor they were having the awards on.  He entered the area and was promptly greeted by many faces, some familiar and some unfamiliar, at least in terms of who he'd met in person.  Smiling politely, Bruce mingled for a bit.  It seemed that no one had seen Boyle tonight as of yet and the people were wondering where the famous 'humanitarian' was.  After a bit, Bruce took a seat at his assigned table and as the lights dimmed and the microphone tapped, he turned his attention to the woman on stage.<br/><br/>Internally, he had been mentally scoping the entire area out as soon as he stepped off the elevator, figuring where the most likely entry and exit points would be and under what circumstances.  He made out where the minimal security guards were stationed, dressed in off the rack but expensive suits.  One could never be too careful or plan too far ahead... especially the Batman.  As he regarded the woman on stage, it appeared that Bruce was admiring her curves and form.<em>The timid bit is an act... but she's a very good actress.</em>He was intrigued suddenly.<br/><br/>As Zatanna was introduced and she reappeared in a cloud of smoke, Bruce smiled and clapped along with the others... he had heard the name, but now he would have to find out more.  Later, though.  For now, he had a magic act to enjoy.  The billionaire prince of Gotham seemed right at home amongst this circle of socialites.