<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 had watched as the woman on stage released a group of doves, his eyes following them as they flew over his head before they were caught in the magician's hat.  He clapped again along with everyone else.  It was when she asked for a volunteer that a man at the table beside him called out.<br/><br/><strong>"My wife will volunteer!"</strong><br/><br/>The woman beside the man gave her husband a huffy nudge but smiled politely and stood up, flashing him an "I'll get you back for this later" look.  As Bruce chuckled, the woman, who was in her late twenties with blonde hair made her way up the stairs to the stage amidst the applause of the rest of the room.  It was then that Bruce heard the sound of Alfred's voice via the micro earbud in his ear.<br/><br/><strong>"Master Bruce, I do hate to ruin your evening... however it seems that something quite suspicious is happening at the loading bay.  An old ice cream truck is parked just outside and it appears that guards are allowing some armed men dressed heavily for winter into the building.  Do be careful, sir."</strong><br/><br/>Bruce frowned.  Trouble, and him without his nice suit on.  Amidst the distraction of the volunteer heading up on stage, Bruce was gone, though on his way out he had left a tiny bug in a potted plant by the doors so he could monitor the room from afar.  The man who had volunteered his wife glanced over at the table that Bruce had been sitting at.<br/><br/><strong>"You like that, Bruce?  Eh... Bruce?"</strong><br/><br/>He looked around and scratched his head.<br/><br/><strong>"Well this is a great time to have a bathroom break.  He's going to miss out on the show.  Ah well."</strong><br/><br/>The man turned his attention back toward the stage and continued his applause.  Meanwhile, Bruce was in a tight spot, in the vents, making his way down to an access point in the back, where, after wrenching a grate free he slipped out and dropped the ten feet to land with a crouch, unseen by the suspicious guards at the loading bay.  He narrowed his eyes, alert... and spoke low via the subdermal microphone he had on.<br/><br/><strong>"Alfred.  I'm outside.  Meet me on the corner of 7th and Harrison."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Very good, sir.  I've taken the liberty of preparing your change of clothing."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Thank you, Alfred."</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Batman1.jpg)</div>Stealthily, the man made his way across the street and over a block, where on the empty stretch of city block, his limousine sat idling.  As Alfred sat in the driver's seat, Bruce opened the door and slipped in the backseat, beginning to remove his suit.  He spoke low again, his voice having a dark edge to it.  He was definitely in "Batman Mode" now.  As he changed into his crime fighting "uniform", Alfred began driving around the block.  As he pulled the cowl over his face, Batman spoke again, clicking his utility belt into place shortly afterward.<br/><br/><strong>"Head back to the manor and wait for me to contact you."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Very good, sir.  Best of luck to you."</strong><br/><br/>The wide sunroof slid open, revealing the tall buildings above and the Gotham evening sky.  It would be fully dark soon.<br/><br/><strong>"You know I don't believe in luck, Alfred."</strong><br/><br/>With that, he aimed his grapple gun into the air and with a low pop of compressed air, the grapple shot up and latched onto the ledge of one of the smaller buildings, immediately pulling him swiftly up and out of the limo.  Soon he was at the top of the building, using his grapple to climb to one of the taller buildings' ledges.  Crouching on a Gargoyle 10 stories up, he had a clear vantage point of the ice cream truck and the loading bay.  He watched to see if there were any "guards" still present.  If there were, some interrogation seemed prudent.