Gotham's Restaurant Row
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jla_watchtower*Friends at tried to dissuade Jordan McIntyre from having an early dinner at the newly re-opened Green Derby, but he would have none of it. Their logic was specious to his mind -- that the old Green Derby had been a hideout for one of those costumed criminals, the Mad Hatter. Bah. His sources showed the Hatter still locked up in Arkham after the mass breakout the other day. Weird business, that. He makes a note in his palm pilot to collect more data.
No, most of his friends' concern had less to do with the restaurant than they did with Gotham itself, but they didn't understand that being afraid of the city was, in fact, conceding it to the monsters, and that's something he would never do. Besides, the week before retunring to Gotham for the gala, he had been in Iraq, overseeing new refinery construction, and seen real danger. He wasn't one to shrink from a challenge.
Bruce Wayne will be late, but then, that was to be expected. He takes the opportunity to check his messages -- too many -- and get updates on hsi variouys endeavors. The refinery re-construction is going well. The increased security detail is doing the trick, for now. And Ted Kord and Sue Dibny are busily plowing through the files he provided. Good, good. Everything will be in place, soon.
His guards and driver flit nervously outside, as though just being in this city invited trouble. He laughs. How much trouble could he get into having dinner with Thomas Wayne's son?
That thought brings a smile to his face. Judging by his initial appraisal of the man, probably quite a bit.*
No, most of his friends' concern had less to do with the restaurant than they did with Gotham itself, but they didn't understand that being afraid of the city was, in fact, conceding it to the monsters, and that's something he would never do. Besides, the week before retunring to Gotham for the gala, he had been in Iraq, overseeing new refinery construction, and seen real danger. He wasn't one to shrink from a challenge.
Bruce Wayne will be late, but then, that was to be expected. He takes the opportunity to check his messages -- too many -- and get updates on hsi variouys endeavors. The refinery re-construction is going well. The increased security detail is doing the trick, for now. And Ted Kord and Sue Dibny are busily plowing through the files he provided. Good, good. Everything will be in place, soon.
His guards and driver flit nervously outside, as though just being in this city invited trouble. He laughs. How much trouble could he get into having dinner with Thomas Wayne's son?
That thought brings a smile to his face. Judging by his initial appraisal of the man, probably quite a bit.*
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