I'll just live on in the Dark

[motherflocker.livejournal.com]

WHO: Anyone heading to the Iceberg Lounge
WHERE: At a damn fine building downtown
WHEN: 12/12; Night
WARNINGS: Will be edited if necessary.
SUMMARY: Opening night!
FORMAT: Whatever you want! Tag yo'selves in!



Walking into the bar is like walking into a wide open room, but the dimmed lights never seem to be bright enough to catch every detail in one swoop. To the far right wall is the bar, and a long bar it is, with bartenders lining it spaced by about five feet or so in between. Nobody actually sits at the bar, of course. The bartenders are there to make drinks for the servers. While both the bartenders and server girls wear tuxedos, the women's are made for the intent to actually catch the eye, of course. Fishnets replace slacks, dressshirts cut much lower than necessary, and tophats on each woman's head. They grin, and flirt, and make their way, but the moment a hand drifts too far, there's the legion of bouncers who line the walls, watching for any infraction. The Penguin is, after all a chauvenist, but he is no pig.

The middle of the wide area is devoted to tables, an endless sea of white clothed tables, each one a unique and different ice sculpture in the center. Each one unique, lit from beneath with a light that lets an almost wet light radiate from each table.

And of course to the left is the stage, performers that never cease to move, or sing, or whatever is up for the next part of the night. Breaks between each are sparse, quick, and the music never becomes too loud. And the stage, it is lined with penguins. A bit of irony, perhaps, but Penguin wouldn't begrudge his prior career as a gotham rogue. Perhaps he even reveled in the reminder. Out there for everyone to see.

Regardless, there would be no grand plots or schemes tonight. Just a party.

Comments

[meowminx]

[ Selina passes by at one point, and then comes to a complete stop as she does a double take. Her eyes go wide but she manages to catch herself before she says his name.

Still, her shock is obvious. And it's obvious she recognizes him. ]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ he doesn't say anything, just straightens up, carefully blanks out his expression and jerks his head in the direction of a small alcove, expecting her to follow when he moves. it'll be easier to talk there than out in the open. ]

[meowminx]

[ She follows, carefully eyeing the crowd to make sure no one follows her. Once they're tucked away, she drops the party guest pretense. ]

How long have you been here?

[ Without telling her, is the silent accusation. ]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Since the night of the seventh.

[ he pauses, lets his expression shift into an apologetic frown. ]

I'm not the one you know, Selina.

[meowminx]

[ She spends a long moment studying his features, what can be made out under the disguise at least. ]

Two Robins?

[ The only other Bruce who'd been here had been quite a bit louder. ]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Two Robins.

[ another small pause. ] I've been here before, haven't I?

[meowminx]

[ At least he doesn't seem shocked she knows who he is. It is more fun when they are, though. ]

You'd be the seventh Bruce who's come through, yes.

[ Said so quietly he could barely hear. Don't want anyone eavesdropping names. ]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ he's been reading through some of the other him's posts on the network to try and get a feel for who all is around and who knows what. it makes things like this just a little easier. ]

No one else knows yet. [ that he's here. ]

[meowminx]

Feeling shy?

[ Says the woman in purple leopard print. ]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Putting things in place. It wouldn't do for both of us to show up at similar times from the same place.

[ both of us meaning bruce and batman. it would be too easy to put the pieces together that way. ]

[meowminx]

True enough.

[ She's quiet for a moment. Still adjusting. And then, almost off-hand. ]

I still owe Bruce Wayne a date for spending far too much at a charity auction.

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ there's a slight pause as he digests that ]

I'm sure he'll be in touch with you about it when he gets back.

[meowminx]

Would make at least casual observers think it was the same Bruce.

[ Whom she'd been fighting with and wasn't from the right time. All this weighs on her just a bit. ]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

It's not the casual observers I'm concerned with.

[ it's the rogues and his family ]

[meowminx]

Except there are plenty who know Batman's identity. Other realities have movies and such.

[ Another pause. ]

And I've never been blond.

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Are you saying it's a lost cause, no matter how I go about it?

[meowminx]

No. The "fans" seem to know to keep quiet.

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

That's surprising.

[meowminx]

[ It was easier to just keep talking rather than think about things too much. ]

Or they're scared of you.

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

They should be. That's not a thing I give away easily.

[ and he's really p disgruntled about people knowing who he is. ]

[meowminx]

I know. Took you a hell of a long time to tell me.

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

I still haven't told you. Technically speaking.

[meowminx]

I know. It's...

[ Se trails off, not sure what to say. ]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Strange? I know.

[meowminx]

[ She crosses her arms. ]

Should be used to this by now.