Where devils fear to tread.
As he stepped off the plane into a bright, sunny day in Metropolis, Bruce had to remind himself to smile. Fortunately, the reception awaiting him was much smaller than most of his previous visits. As far as the majority of the news outlets between Gotham and Metropolis were concerned, he was headed for a vacation in the Caribbean. He already had a press statement written up for release about how he lost his way and ended up somewhere less than tropical. They would laugh. He would smile and look properly abashed.
The best part about playing the part of a daft billionaire playboy was that no one really expected much from him.
Airport personnel loaded his luggage into the car that was waiting for him. Alfred held the door as Bruce slid into the back seat and then took his place behind the wheel. Once the bags were loaded, the car pulled away. As they exited the airport grounds and merged onto the busy streets of Metropolis, Bruce pulled a phone from his jacket pocket and dialed the number for Lexcorp.
It took a bit longer than he would have preferred to get to speak to Luthor's private secretary, but eventually he wheedled his way onto the other businessman's calendar. As a Lexcorp shareholder, Bruce was due the courtesy of a face to face meeting. Schedule permitting, of course. No, no… he wouldn't dream of taking up too much of Mr. Luthor's time. Heaven forbid.
Once the meeting was arranged, he sat back silently in his seat. They would go to the hotel, unpack, and wait. He hated playing by the rules, but sometimes it was necessary.
The best part about playing the part of a daft billionaire playboy was that no one really expected much from him.
Airport personnel loaded his luggage into the car that was waiting for him. Alfred held the door as Bruce slid into the back seat and then took his place behind the wheel. Once the bags were loaded, the car pulled away. As they exited the airport grounds and merged onto the busy streets of Metropolis, Bruce pulled a phone from his jacket pocket and dialed the number for Lexcorp.
It took a bit longer than he would have preferred to get to speak to Luthor's private secretary, but eventually he wheedled his way onto the other businessman's calendar. As a Lexcorp shareholder, Bruce was due the courtesy of a face to face meeting. Schedule permitting, of course. No, no… he wouldn't dream of taking up too much of Mr. Luthor's time. Heaven forbid.
Once the meeting was arranged, he sat back silently in his seat. They would go to the hotel, unpack, and wait. He hated playing by the rules, but sometimes it was necessary.