บท 62: Chapter 62 (edited)
Before arriving in Gotham City, Kara called Bruce Wayne.
Jennifer, Kara's close friend, had never truly forgotten Bruce after all these years. Jennifer was clearly infatuated with him, and while Kara wasn't entirely sure if she could help rekindle that connection, she decided to give it a try. With that in mind, the two women packed their belongings, and soon Bruce arrived in one of his signature luxury cars to meet them.
Bruce Wayne's wealth was unquestionable, much like Tony Stark's reputation for making extravagant purchases without hesitation. Kara couldn't help but notice how Bruce had taken the time to polish his appearance; with his tailored suit and effortless charisma, he exuded the charm of a wealthy playboy.
"On behalf of Gotham City," Bruce greeted with a wry smile, "it's my honor to personally welcome the Chief Justice to town."
Jennifer frowned slightly, her lips twitching into a brief pout. "I'd prefer it if you called me by my name, Bruce. I'd rather be welcomed as an old friend than as some formality."
Bruce's gaze flickered toward Kara, a spark of confusion in his eyes. Old friend?
"You haven't forgotten, have you?" Jennifer's shoulders sagged slightly. She had spent time getting ready for this reunion, only to realize that Bruce might not even remember her.
Kara crossed her arms, her tone sharp. "Seriously, Bruce? Back then, I only had two close friends—Jennifer and Dani. Even though we were all in the same circle, how could you forget them?"
Bruce slapped his forehead theatrically. "My apologies. Running Wayne Enterprises can get overwhelming at times. Allow me to make it up to you both with a well-prepared dinner tonight."
Kara rolled her eyes, biting back the urge to expose him. She knew full well that Bruce had long since handed over the reins of Wayne Enterprises to Lucius Fox and now spent most of his days cultivating his playboy image. Still, for Jennifer's sake, she let the matter slide.
Jennifer and Kara climbed into Bruce's luxury car, settling into the back seat. Kara couldn't help but glance at her own vehicle parked nearby. While her car was decent enough, it paled in comparison to Bruce's sleek supercar.
As the car pulled away, Kara couldn't resist taking a playful jab. "Bruce, I heard you burned down the Wayne family manor after a drunken night. Any truth to that? How's the rebuilding going?"
Bruce glanced at her through the rearview mirror, a dry smirk playing on his lips. He knew the source of the rumor—it had been one of Kara's sensationalized news articles.
Jennifer chuckled softly, covering her mouth in a ladylike manner. Kara shot her a knowing look. Since when did you become so prim and proper? Jennifer rolled her eyes in return, the answer clear: When the object of my affection is around.
With Kara's playful quips keeping the atmosphere light, the ride was filled with laughter. During their conversation, Kara discovered that Wayne Manor was already nearly rebuilt, an impressive feat considering it had been reduced to rubble barely a month prior. When Bruce extended an invitation to visit the newly rebuilt mansion later that evening, Kara couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Evil capitalist."
The car eventually arrived at an opulent hotel. From the fountain-adorned courtyard to the immaculate flower beds, the place exuded luxury. A sharply dressed doorman approached as they exited the car, his eyes lingering on Kara's casual attire: an ordinary shirt, jeans, and sneakers.
"Miss," the doorman said tactfully, "I'm afraid your outfit doesn't comply with the dress code."
Kara scratched the back of her head nonchalantly, her long golden hair shimmering in the sunlight. "Bruce," she said with a raised eyebrow, "this is on you. You brought us here."
Jennifer leaned in close, whispering, "I told you to wear the dress I suggested. A place like this always has a dress code."
Kara snorted. "Who made the rule that restaurants get to pick their customers? Hypocritical nonsense."
Bruce couldn't hide his grin. Kara's rebellious streak amused him. But before things escalated, the hotel manager arrived to defuse the situation.
"Miss," he began with a professional tone, "this is a high-end establishment. We have a responsibility to maintain the experience for all our guests."
Kara nodded begrudgingly. His reasoning was fair; guests had equal rights to a comfortable environment. But before she could offer a retort, Bruce stepped forward.
"It's fine," Bruce said with an easy smile. "I'm Bruce Wayne—the owner of this hotel."
The manager's eyes widened slightly before he bowed respectfully. "Of course, Mr. Wayne. Please, go right in."
Kara muttered under her breath, "Unbelievable." It seemed that even the strictest rules bent in the face of Bruce's wealth and influence.
As they entered the luxurious hotel, Kara couldn't help but think that despite everything, it was shaping up to be an interesting evening.
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