Chapter 63: Chapter 63 (edited)
Before coming to Gotham City, Kara called Bruce.
Jennifer was her friend, and Kara knew that Jennifer had not forgotten Bruce after all these years. It was pure devotion.
With that in mind, Kara decided to help her friend as much as possible, though whether she succeeded or not remained uncertain.
After packing their things, Bruce arrived in a luxury car to meet them.
There's no need to question how wealthy Bruce is—just as there's no need to wonder how Iron Man could buy a building just to tear it down.
In Kara's opinion, Bruce looked especially striking after tidying up.
This guy, with his usual charm and carefully cultivated image of a carefree playboy, was undeniably rich, handsome, and radiated an air of mystery.
No wonder so many prominent women were drawn to him.
"On behalf of Gotham City, I personally welcome the arrival of the Chief Justice," Bruce said with grace and humor, addressing Jennifer.
Jennifer, however, seemed displeased. "I'd prefer if you called me by my name and welcomed me as an old classmate."
Bruce glanced at Kara.
Old classmate?
"Don't tell me you've forgotten our time back in college," Jennifer said, her shoulders slumping slightly.
She had spent so much time carefully preparing for this meeting, only to realize Bruce might not even remember her. It was a bit of a blow.
Kara shot Bruce a sharp look. "I only had two friends back then—Jennifer and Dani. Even if we were just classmates, forgetting someone as important as Jennifer is unacceptable."
Bruce slapped his forehead in mock realization. "My apologies. You know how hectic things get running Wayne Enterprises. Let me make it up to you with a well-prepared dinner."
Kara resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She knew perfectly well that Bruce had delegated most of his corporate responsibilities to Lucius Fox. He wasn't as busy as he claimed; he was just playing the part of the carefree billionaire.
Still, for Jennifer's sake, Kara let it slide.
Bruce ushered them into his car. Kara's car wasn't bad, but it paled in comparison to Bruce's ultra-luxurious sports car.
Kara couldn't help but grumble inwardly about Bruce's broken promise to let her drive the Batmobile. Then again, she had to admit driving it to work would probably be impractical.
What's more, as "Oracle," Kara had to maintain a low profile to keep her secret identity intact. It seemed she wouldn't get her hands on her promised reward anytime soon.
As they drove, Kara decided to tease Bruce a little. "I heard you burned down your family's ancestral manor after a drunken night. How's the rebuild going?"
Bruce glanced at Kara through the rearview mirror, clearly exasperated. He knew exactly where she had heard that rumor—it had been published under her byline.
Jennifer stifled a laugh, amused by Kara's antics.
Kara caught her expression and thought, Sister, when did you start acting so ladylike?
Jennifer rolled her eyes in response. The presence of her "dream guy" clearly required a certain level of decorum.
Kara's humor kept the atmosphere light, and soon, they arrived at an opulent hotel. The sheer grandeur of the place was enough to take anyone's breath away.
It boasted a sprawling courtyard, ornate fountains, and meticulously landscaped flowerbeds.
At the entrance, immaculately dressed doormen greeted guests, but one of them stopped Kara.
"Excuse me, miss, but your attire doesn't meet the dress code. I'm afraid I can't let you in."
Kara glanced down at her outfit: a simple shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Compared to the high-fashion ensembles around her, she did stand out.
She sighed and turned to Bruce. "Care to handle this?"
Jennifer whispered, "I told you to wear the $850 dress I brought. There's always a dress code for places like this."
Kara snorted. "Since when do restaurants get to pick their customers? Hypocritical nonsense."
Bruce's eyes sparkled with amusement, appreciating Kara's defiant attitude. It reminded him of a particularly memorable incident involving two supermodels and a pool in the middle of a party.
The hotel manager arrived, alerted by the commotion. "Miss, this is a high-end establishment. All our guests are required to adhere to the dress code out of respect for one another."
Kara nodded grudgingly. She had no strong retort; it was a fair point.
Bruce, however, stepped in with a grin. "I'm Bruce Wayne, and I own this hotel. She's my guest."
The manager's demeanor shifted immediately. "My apologies, Mr. Wayne. Please, come in."
Kara rolled her eyes. "MMP," she muttered under her breath. "So much for fair treatment."
And with that, they entered the lavish hotel, where the evening promised to be anything but boring.
Chapter 64: Chapter 64 (edited)
Under the leadership of the hotel owner, Bruce Wayne, Kara still followed him in.
"You should really learn from Miss Jennifer," Bruce teased Kara deliberately. "If you were willing to dress up a bit, you could just stand at the door, and there would be countless people ready to invite you to dinner."
Jennifer glanced at Kara secretly.
Kara was annoyed. Girl, people are calling you Miss Jennifer, and you can't even recognize how formal that sounds? Are you actually happy about it?
As for Bruce's comment, Kara wasn't amused in the slightest.
"Do you really think I care about coming here to eat?" Kara snorted. "Or do you think I can't afford it? I'd rather share my prey with the pack than sit here with beasts dressed in fancy clothes."
At least among wolves, hostility was direct and free of deceit.
Bruce shrugged but didn't respond further.
The trio walked into the lobby of the hotel. As the owner, Bruce didn't need to reserve a seat in advance. For others, however, securing a spot often required reservations made a week earlier—or they wouldn't even get entertained.
People like Harvey Dent understood this struggle.
As they passed by a table, they saw Harvey Dent seated, with Rachel Dawes opposite him.
Harvey was venting to Rachel about the hotel's outrageous reservation system. "I had to wait three weeks for this reservation. And that's after dropping my title as Gotham's District Attorney. Can you believe that?"
Rachel chuckled. "Well, you're here now. Let's just enjoy the meal."
But it was easy to see Harvey's frustration.
Bruce noticed them and called out, "Rachel?" His tone was filled with surprise.
Kara rolled her eyes. Seriously, show some self-control.
Jennifer nudged Kara discreetly and whispered, "Who's that?"
"Your rival," Kara muttered without hesitation. "She's Bruce's childhood sweetheart, you know. But don't worry—she seems to be dating this gentleman right here."
Bruce shot Kara a warning glance, clearly having heard her comment. Jennifer, on the other hand, ducked her head shyly.
Kara, keep your mouth shut, she scolded herself internally.
Thankfully, Rachel and Harvey didn't catch the remark.
Rachel forced a polite smile, though she appeared slightly awkward. "Bruce, this is Harvey. Harvey, this is Bruce."
The two men exchanged handshakes with a formal yet distant air, as they weren't familiar with each other.
Rachel's gaze shifted to the two women accompanying Bruce. "Aren't you going to introduce your friends?"
Bruce nodded and introduced them. "This is Miss Kara, a journalist working for The Daily Planet. She writes a popular and sharp-tongued column."
He gestured to Jennifer next. "And this is Miss Jennifer, a former top prosecutor from Metropolis. She recently took over as Gotham's Chief Justice."
Harvey's eyes lit up, and he immediately shook hands with Jennifer. "It's an honor to meet you. I've heard so much about your dedication to justice."
Jennifer smiled politely. "And I've heard great things about you as well, Mr. Dent. As the new District Attorney, I look forward to working closely with you to bring some much-needed order to Gotham."
Bruce observed their interaction, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. After a moment, he suggested, "Why don't we combine our tables? We could discuss some ideas for Gotham's future."
Rachel hesitated. "Won't that be inconvenient? I mean, the hotel might not allow—"
Kara cut her off with a casual shrug. "This hotel is his."
Rachel blinked in surprise, realizing Bruce owned the entire establishment. Naturally, rules didn't apply to him.
Moments later, under the manager's arrangements, the waiter added three extra chairs to Harvey and Rachel's small table.
Though the table was cramped, they made it work.
Kara muttered, "Barely enough space, but sure."
Bruce shot her another warning glance, subtly reminding her to behave. Kara sighed and reluctantly closed the menu. "Fine. Just bring me a bottle of your most expensive wine. I don't care about the brand."
The waiter blinked at her, momentarily confused by the vague order.
Meanwhile, Bruce seemed focused on Harvey, his expression curious. He asked, "Mr. Dent, as Gotham's new District Attorney, you must have thoughts about the city's masked vigilante—the Batman. What's your opinion of someone operating outside the law?"
Kara turned her face away, trying to suppress a grin. So, we're talking about ourselves now?
Harvey's response surprised her. "I think Gotham should be proud of those who act bravely, Mr. Wayne. While he may be a dangerous figure, there's no denying that his actions are just."
Bruce's eyes lit up, clearly intrigued by the answer. Kara was impressed as well and leaned forward with interest. "So, you're saying Batman is a hero?"
Rachel frowned slightly, glancing at Kara thoughtfully.
This time, Jennifer joined the conversation. She picked up the glass of red wine the waiter had poured and swirled it thoughtfully. "I believe the true heroes are those willing to fight for change within the system," she said, her voice calm but firm. "But in a city like Gotham—where corruption runs rampant—figures like Batman and Oracle can be the light in the darkness."
Bruce and Kara exchanged subtle smiles.
For now, their secret identities remained safe.
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