A Night in West Egg

[professorlionface]

WHO: EVERYBODY OF ALL AGES
WHERE: The Xavier Institute
WHEN: The night of June 16th, all night!
WARNINGS: Who can really tell anymore? Probable language. Possible violence. Copious dancing.
SUMMARY: PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM
FORMAT: OPEN

The guests into an auditorium transformed. Through the magic of papier mache, the room has been decked out like a speakeasy, the refreshments laid out on a very makeshift bar that will not stock alcohol as long as they can prevent it. The whole room is cast with a cool blue light, and a jazz band's been hired to take the stage for an hour before leaving the rest of the evening to the DJ.

It was time to get this party started.

quick-links!
DANCE FLOOR
REFRESHMENTS
SIDELINES
OUTSIDE

Comments

[sweetvalleygirl]

Not me personally. I'm not a giant dork.

[batmantled]

But you knew who Bruce was.

[sweetvalleygirl]

Well, yeah. Everyone knows Bruce Wayne is Batman. That's like common knowledge for anyone with any sense of pop culture.

[batmantled]

[ He could think fast and dredge up a new lie. Change the subject. Deflect with a nonsequitor. Instead he'll force a small laugh and try a headshake. And neatly dislodge his arm because wow suddenly his palms are sweating. ]

Begs the question of how you explain why Batman's still in the city when Bruce hasn't been here in almost a year.

[sweetvalleygirl]

[She gives him the most somber of looks, staring at him very intently.]

No it doesn't.

[She then gives him an evil grin.]

[batmantled]

[ She knows. Somehow, inexplicably she's telling the truth. Or repeating something Jason said.

Really, he should've been more prepared for this. ]

I've lived in Gotham long enough now to tell you we'd know if it was somebody else wearing the mask.

[sweetvalleygirl]

And I've watched enough TV to know that the people of Gotham are stupid as hell.

[batmantled]

I'm sure it isn't exactly how they show it on TV.

[ ....he hopes, anyway ]

I'm talking about real life, Jessica. He's an icon. Not somebody any old person could imitate.

[sweetvalleygirl]

Not any old person.

[She rolls her eyes.]

Look, it's a logical leap I'm making. If someone else had to be Batman while Batman was gone, of course it's gonna be Robin. Tell me I'm wrong.

[batmantled]

[ Oh god how much does she know? ]

...Okay, maybe you have a little bit of a point there. Or you would if Robin could stand in the boots without falling inside.

[ oops was that too much ]

Come on, you've seen that kid. I mean the real one, that's here already.

[sweetvalleygirl]

Dick.

[She gives him a look of disbelief. One that says 'how stupid do you think I am?' Her voice gets very low and she leans in closer to him.]

The Robin on TV isn't him. It's you.

[batmantled]

[ He's been in the field long enough to know when he's been beaten. He lets out a small sigh, and then rubs a hand along the back of his neck. ]

When did you find out?

[sweetvalleygirl]

Right now. [Evil smirk.] You could've told me I was wrong.

[batmantled]

[ He... just stares. For a few long, halfway disbelieving seconds. Then he tilts his head back and laughs. ]

Okay, score one for team out-of-towner.

[sweetvalleygirl]

Hahaha, yeah! Go me!

[Jessica laughs too, but her expression quickly goes serious again.]

Don't worry about me telling. I know lots of people's secret identities but I never tell them to anybody.