Batman created by Bob Kane
"So, tell me Mister--" the doctor began.
"No. Stop right there. I don't even want you using my name. You don't understand the kind of enemies I have in my position. If any of them discovered my secret it would ruin me!" the man sternly interrupted.
"Very well. What shall I call you?" asked the doctor.
"Just... just call me B." answered the man.
"B? Look, I know who you are. When your aide setup this appointment, it was an odd request, even for a celebrity such as yourself."
"I know, but I haven't seen a psychiatrist in... well, years. I don't want people thinking I'm... you know."
"Crazy? There's nothing wrong with seeing a doctor, or letting out some stress. Especially for you, B, being so high up and in the spotlight."
The man chuckled, "You have no idea."
"Master Bruce?" Alfred Pennyworth called, his voice echoing through Wayne Manor. "Master Bruce?!"
"Yes, Alfred?" a voice shouted back.
"If you don't hurry, sir, you shall be late for A Very Big Appointment." Alfred reminded.
A man appeared from the depths of the manor. A tall, well structured man, yet handsome and childlike in appearance. His hair was groomed, but his facial features molded easily to fit a range of emotions. This was a man who could go from bliss to misery in the shifting of his eyebrows, or in the turn of his grin to a grimace. Though, some in Gotham City might say that this was no ordinary man. For this man, was Bruce Wayne.
"A Very Big Appointment is bound to be a very big disappointment, Alfred. You know how I dislike the theater." Bruce stated, fiddling with the cufflinks on his suit.
"Nevertheless, you must attend. It provides an opportunity for you to become acquainted with a few key pieces on the chess board of Gotham. Remember, the play is the thing, wherein you'll catch the conscience of the king." quipped Alfred.
"A senator or CEO in my back pocket would certainly come in handy. Besides, I can always slip out at the end of intermission." Bruce schemed.
"A cunning plan, Lord Blackadder." Alfred joked. "I'll bring the car 'round."
The stage is set. The players are in position. And yet, one remains out of place. He adjusts his suit. Takes a deep breath, and puts on his best fake smile. Bruce Wayne steps into his private box at The Gotham Palace Theater. His guests politely stand up as he enters and each one stretches out their hand to greet his.
"Bruce Wayne as I live and breath! How are you, boy?" a portly fellow bellows. "I am--"
"Edward Yales: a top scientist at K.O.R.D. Inc." Bruce quickly spat out. "I am very interested in discussing the progress you've made in aerodynamics."
"Hello, Mr. Wayne." a young lady started, blushing.
"Ah, Ms. Havensham, hello. It is miss, isn't it?" Bruce flirted. "I hear you need a grant to start research and testing on that new metal cooling agent?" Ms. Havensham smiled and nodded her head, as Bruce turned to his last guest. "And you must be Brian Harding, former Mayor of Gotham, and possible future President of these United States. You're younger than I expected."
Brian laughed quietly, "And you, Bruce, are more theater going than I expected."
"Yes, I must say your invitation came as rather a surprise." Edward declared, as the four took their seats.
"Well, to be blunt, I think each of you has something I want, and I'm sure I have something you want in return. However, we will talk later. For now, on with the show." Bruce said, turning his attention towards the stage.
Intermission was always Bruce's favorite part of a play. It allowed time to talk about what you thought would happen next, and for him, it allowed time to leave.
"So, if you'll excuse me ladies and gentlemen, I have other matters to attend to." Bruce told his guests.
"You don't want to see how it ends?" Edward asked.
"Yes, it's quite good, Bruce. Don't you think?" Ms, Havensham chimed in.
"Oh, I know how it ends. If you read the program I think you'll find my name where it says 'Producer.'" laughed Bruce as he exited his metaphorical stage.
"What an odd man." Brian thought aloud.
Bruce Wayne had no time for idle chatting. His mission was accomplished, so he left for the next one. He briskly quit the theater and made for his car, which Alfred had waiting for him. Bruce entered the car, and breathed a sigh of severe relief.
"I think my acting was the best of the evening." he bragged.
"Shame, sir." Alfred shook his head.
"Now, where is my suit?" Bruce asked anxiously.
"Under the seat, as usual. Shall I wait up?"
Bruce did not answer. Instead, he quickly donned a cape and a cowl, for as some in Gotham City might say, he was no ordinary man. He was Batman! Alfred turned the car down and alley, and Bruce left the warm seats of the vehicle for the cold streets of the city...