The valet opened the door and Samuel Grant stepped out of the limo with Barbara Gordon.
Grant was wearing a typical tuxedo. His hair was combed and pasted to his head, he had his charming smile back, and slipped his arm around Barbara’s.
Barbara looked absolutely magnificent. She was dressed in a sparkling black dress. The back was open in a “V” and the neckline was a few inches from her shoulders. The dress stopped halfway down the lower portion of her leg which the visible section was covered with the long, fancy patter on her high-heeled boot. Her red hair was slightly curled, but still hung loose behind her. Her blue eyes twinkled with merriment.
Shouts of “Mr. Grant!” and “Over here!” cluttered the two’s ears as they made their way through the flashing cameras and up towards the doors. They were welcomed inside with a smile and quickly made their way to where Jim Gordon was standing, talking to Bruce Wayne.
“..yes, we have juu security on him—Barbara! I see wewe actually found a tarehe worthy of your beauty!”
“Dad!” Barbara exclaimed, blushing.
“Nice to meet wewe again Mr. Gordon.” Sam said, shaking the Comissioner’s hand. Barbara tried to not look at Bruce’s glaring face.
“Again?” the police commissioner asked, shaking the billionaire’s hand.
“I was at one of these balls a few years ago.”
Sam said. “And I was at the Grayson Circus Incident.”
“Ah! Ah, yes! I do remember you!” Gordon replied. “So how did Barbara manage to hook you?”
Sam didn’t notice Barbara’s “No!No!No!” look until after he had responded “We’ve been Marafiki for some time.”
“Ah, aha.” Gordon said, turning to his daughter who was trying to smile awkwardly.
“Nice company wewe keep.” Sam said, smiling at Bruce, who smiled back. The glare war continued in the two’s eyes.
“Yes, yes, Bruce and I go way back.” Jim said, looking at his old friend. “Ah, just a second! Police business.” Jim said. “Bruce?”
The billionaire from Gotham followed the police commissioner to some distance. Gordon pulled out his radio and his eyes widened in fear. Bruce was gone almost immediately.
“What was that about?” Sam asked.
“Dunno.” Barbara replied.