#{scaredofbats 02}

          With everything going on, she could barely keep up with her own family drama, let alone Bruce’s. She wasn’t much else to this cold society other than a cop’s daughter, but she prided herself on the fact that her father remained incorruptible, a good cop among the scores of present malice. Now, with this ‘Joker’ present in their lives, Gotham’s terrorized society grew far more erratic than usual. The young college graduate had found a seat working in the archives (and utilizing her talent in computer sciences) for Wayne Enterprises, and on occasion prided herself on the volunteer work she provided with the local library; the place did hold a soft spot in her heart after all, employing her at a young age so she could better her future as far as Gotham’s ‘future’ was concerned. Now, every morning she would dawn regular business attire, a gentle nude-toned blouse and pencil skirt and those god-awful heels. She looked good, but some days she felt ridiculous. It was better when she could get away with tossing her bright crimson curls into a tight pony tail and toss on some skinny jeans and sneakers. But today marked yet another business meeting with some of Bruce’s top share holders and Lucius required that she be present, if only to fill the room with warm bodies and to better serve Bruce’s cover. -- Well, in other words, she was more-or-less Bruce’s secretary, but behind the scenes? One of his most trusted allies. 

     Bruce had ‘fallen asleep’ during his meeting (yet again). Carefully Barbara witnessed while some of the men present were rather perturbed by his lack of enthusiasm. Babs knew he had to put on that whole ‘play boy’ perspective, but she couldn’t help but be a bit annoyed herself. Playing games was right up her alley, sure. But, she abhorred the person Bruce had to more-or-less ‘pretend’ to be. A billionaire playboy, as it were.