Outside of the Law

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Hello Gotham, it's your guardian- your brawny boy toy, the black clad vigilante. Here to make every bustling day, a safe day. After all, I am secretly a philanthropist with rock hard abs, and a smile to make all the little villainous miscreants melt. What's not to love?

((This Batman is based on the Michael Keaton portrayal in the 1989-92 films. All of the threads I share are therefore following both the events taken in both films. Although, I will gladly take part in any mutliverse thread. A proud member of Twisted RP.))

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Vicki laughed at Lydia, relieved it wasn’t any of those things, even though she already knew it wouldn’t be. She shook her head at Lydia’s love for the sandworm….

Bruce nodded assuredly to Vicki. The legal matter had been settled weeks prior but now he had the introduction formally planned. “Don’t worry about it.” He grinned down at her, just as a knock came from the door. Within seconds Alfred was there, Vicki’s arm looping through his as she pulled him towards the entrance. All the while he staid amused, nothing could possibly dampen this day for him. His smile only increased as the first guests appeared. His eyes lit up on both Lydia and BJ when they entered. “Welcome, welcome…” Bruce smiled taking their hands in his own.

He went on in silent admiration as Vicki, spoke with the guests. He was going to have to get used to people all over again. Guests, parties, friends. He wasn’t used to having the real thing- uncompensated. This was all such a blessing- such a dream, he could hardly believe it. He was given a chance to renew himself, to achieve what he has always wanted. A life he could call living outside of the mask. A woman whom he loved more than life, and a son. Altogether, a family- something he wasn’t expecting, but nonetheless did he cherish this gift. Damn the paranoia of untold tragedies to come, now was the time to rejoice… his son’s birthday.

Grinning he welcomed the hug from BJ, a man or rather ghost he owed so much too and now was bringing him gifts. Bruce blinked as Lydia plopped a fuzzy husky pup into Vicki’s hands. His eyebrows were raised, but his smile never faded. Toby, he knew would love this to no end. He reached out to the pup and ran his hands through the dog’s hair. Alfred who had walked in some seconds later let out a sneeze. Bruce turned, his eyebrow raised in both amusement and confusion. “What was that, Alfred?”

Alfred stiffened, his eyes moving from the dog to Bruce, “Oh nothing, sir. Only the sheer excitement of the occasion getting to my sinuses…” He noted his voice much less than enthusiastic.

Bruce plucked the husky from Vicki, holding it up to Alfred, who flinched away from the puppy. “Isn’t he cute?” Bruce asked, his mental menace never ceasing.

Alfred tilted his head staring at the little panting furry creature in his hands “Yes, sir… like an anaphylactic hive…” He said straightly before vacating the room rather quickly.

Laughing to himself, Bruce turned back to the group handing the pup over, just as Vicki left to inspect what was left at the front door. Bruce proceeded to thank the couple for coming. When she came back shortly, she was holding a box, tears in her eyes. Bruce’s brows furrowed as he moved over to her. When she told him it was Ed, the muscles in his jaw tightened. He glanced over at the card addressing it to Toby. He had known very well that Alex was with him. This distressed him, but he wouldn’t let that show, for today it wasn’t about him- neither was it about himself.

As if on queue to brighten the day, Toby came running into the library. He embraced BJ and Lydia then he moved towards them, his eyes tearing him apart with their emotion. Bruce smiled back at Toby, taking his accolade vehemently. He held back the flood of happy tears looking back over to the couple, as another guest came into the vicinity. A Mr. Wonka came strolling into the library, in his hands he held a brightly decorated box. And spoke of a cake. Bruce raised his eyebrows, which only grew further as he introduced his band of what Bruce believed were called ‘Oompa Loompa’s’, escorting a towering cake. “Um yes, it’s just outside of the main hall, passed the ballroom, through the swinging doors and into the kitchen.” Bruce grimaced at his own instructions, but the group seemed affable and moved the heavy structure of the cake with ease passed him.

Bruce turned back to Vicki, smiling “I think I left the gift back in our bedroom. I’ll be a moment.”