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The Community Center park, Friday evening

Hannibal had had tarps laid down and the pavilion put up before the rain started, and the company assured him they would also have adequate heaters in the event it turned too chilly. When it got closer to time, they set up the tables and place-settings according to his students' instructions.

Said students were mostly spending time between the kitchens and the tables, seeing everything through. Hannibal was keeping an eye on things and helping as needed, but so far they'd done quite a good job, he was pleased to see. Mr. Wayne seemed happy as he shook hands and smiled at people as they arrived.

There was unobtrusive classical music playing, the whole place was decorated tastefully floral, and the flowers on the tables were edible. Welcome to the Spring charity banquet!

[OOC: Bruce Wayne again modded with kind permission; open post if you want to show up at the dinner! Crashers welcome OOC, but be prepared for IC frowns. SPish while at work.]

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"You'd be Mr. Wayne, then?" Eliot said. It wasn't really a guess, since Hannibal had pointed him out, already. "Nice little set up you've got going, here."

"Call me Bruce," Bruce said, offering a hand to shake. "And thank you. But the thanks really should go to Hannibal. We wouldn't be doing this without him tonight. I'm just the man who signs the checks."

"Eliot Spencer," Eliot said. "Sounds to me like the kids should get a lot of the credit. They put together a hell of a menu."

"I'll save that thanks until I'm done tasting the food," Bruce joked.

"Heard you're an alum," Eliot said. "School here that bad?"

"I'm also a donor to the school, so I have the utmost faith in our faculty's ability to teach their students," Bruce said. "But every now and then, a legendarily bad cook makes their way through the school and don't find themselves helped by classes like Dr Lecter's. So I'm prepared, just in case."

"Sounds like you're talking from experience, there."

"Not too much direct experience. But I've heard stories," Bruce explained.

"Guess I'll let you try it out first, then. So what else does the Wayne Foundation fund?"

"As much as we possibly can," Bruce said. "Orphanages, shelters, medical assistance and research, job placement, third world charities, and that's just the tip of the iceberg."

"That's a hell of a spread. Must be one hell of an organization."

"It helps that Wayne Enterprises is one of the largest and most successful companies in my world," Bruce said. "It gives me many more opportunities to do some real work with the Foundation."

"So the for-profit corporation supports the charity." Eliot nodded. "What's Wayne Enterprises do?"

"Everything from aerospace to cosmetics," Bruce said. "I think I've actually lost count of how many subsidiaries I run."

So that didn't bode well. "You must have to keep a close eye on the ethics side of things, though. If it's all so closely tied to charitable work."

"I do everything in my power to make sure the Wayne name serves the public interest," Bruce said. "Part of that is making sure that I hire good people to watch over everything, because I certainly can't do that myself."

Bruce was a liar. "If they get any sense that something happening in a Wayne company isn't above board, it gets my full attention."

Eliot nodded. "Fair enough." He wasn't really going to go after a company when there wasn't an actual client on hand. And anyway, the minute Parker got wind of the multiple universes thing, she'd be trying to steal every single version of the Hope Diamond. "The funds you raise here going back into the school, then? Or do you have another cause in mind?"

"A sizable portion will go to the school," Bruce said. "Then the rest will go to various causes around Baltimore and DC. I believe in making sure Fandom is a good neighbor."

"Are you from around here, then? Or is Fandom more of your adopted home town?"

"I'm from Gotham City. It might not exist in your world, but it's not too far from New York City," Bruce said. "But I have fond memories of my school days here, so I've been on an extended vacation here for a few months."

"And you didn't have any trouble with the vampire and aliens and things?"

"The most famous person in my world is an invulnerable flying alien who spends his days stopping crime and protecting people," Bruce said. "Fandom's not all that different for me."

"Invulnerable and he can fly," Eliot said. "And he's not robbing banks or leading rebel armies?"

Now, now, Eliot, it wasn't that hard to believe.

"I met him once. He's a really good guy," Bruce said. "And I can say that even though he wanted to make a move on my girlfriend."

"He didn't, for the record."

"So you run a giant, ethically sound, charitable corporation that donates to everything, and you spend time with a crime-fighting alien with respect for boundaries." Eliot shook his head. "At least tell me you guys are heavy drinkers or something."

The Community Center park, Friday evening

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