Post by Spider-Man Beyond on Sept 9, 2007 14:28:52 GMT -5
Waiters were already depositing baskets of bread on the tables of the Moore Ballroom at the Metropolis Sheraton when Bruce Wayne walked through the ornately carved red doors. Traffic from Gotham had been heavy; now he was late for a celebration he hadn’t wanted to attend.
A quick survey of the crowded banquet hall turned up a few familiar faces: Roy Harper and Wally West were sitting at a large round table near the edge of the dance floor. Midori, wearing a short, fashionable black dress, approached the men and Roy reached over to pull out a chair for her. Most of the guests were people he didn’t know, family and friends of Clark Kent and Lois Lane, here to celebrate the 30th wedding anniversary of Metropolis’ two most legendary reporters.
Bruce found a toppled place card with his name on it at a table near the door and wove gingerly toward his assigned seat. He was relieved to see he’d been placed at the table just next to the Justice League contingent without actually have been seated with them. He could talk to Roy and Wally this way without appearing to be a part of their group. Someone had been considerate with the seating arrangements.
Roy had just noticed him and was attempting eye contact when Bruce felt a bump at his elbow. A rangy young man with dreadlocks and a midnight blue suit had stumbled against the leg of a chair, catching himself seconds before he would have toppled onto Bruce.
“Clayton?” Bruce hadn’t seen Clark’s son in years. He had grown about a foot.
“Mr. Wayne. Great to see you. Thanks so much for coming,” Clay said. “Really cool of you to drive all the way up here from Gotham.”
“Wouldn’t have missed it. I’m glad to be here,” said Bruce, lying twice. Alfred had taken it upon himself to RSVP the invitation weeks before Bruce actually saw it lying on the kitchen table.
A quick survey of the crowded banquet hall turned up a few familiar faces: Roy Harper and Wally West were sitting at a large round table near the edge of the dance floor. Midori, wearing a short, fashionable black dress, approached the men and Roy reached over to pull out a chair for her. Most of the guests were people he didn’t know, family and friends of Clark Kent and Lois Lane, here to celebrate the 30th wedding anniversary of Metropolis’ two most legendary reporters.
Bruce found a toppled place card with his name on it at a table near the door and wove gingerly toward his assigned seat. He was relieved to see he’d been placed at the table just next to the Justice League contingent without actually have been seated with them. He could talk to Roy and Wally this way without appearing to be a part of their group. Someone had been considerate with the seating arrangements.
Roy had just noticed him and was attempting eye contact when Bruce felt a bump at his elbow. A rangy young man with dreadlocks and a midnight blue suit had stumbled against the leg of a chair, catching himself seconds before he would have toppled onto Bruce.
“Clayton?” Bruce hadn’t seen Clark’s son in years. He had grown about a foot.
“Mr. Wayne. Great to see you. Thanks so much for coming,” Clay said. “Really cool of you to drive all the way up here from Gotham.”
“Wouldn’t have missed it. I’m glad to be here,” said Bruce, lying twice. Alfred had taken it upon himself to RSVP the invitation weeks before Bruce actually saw it lying on the kitchen table.
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