A Naughty Cat
With the Wayne Group's potential at full throttle and Jack and Bruce gradually dismantling the criminal underworld in Gotham City, it signifies a realm where both light and darkness can make strides unimpeded. Seizing control of the entire Gotham landscape seems inevitable.
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Gordon's car pulled up at Wayne Manor.
There won't be any cliché scenes where attendees or visitors disdain others, leading Jack to assume a role beneath his stature. Those granted entry into Wayne Manor have undergone thorough vetting and are deemed worthy. As a consummate professional butler, Alfred excelled not only in traditional duties but also in a myriad of other skills, surpassing the norm for his profession. He effortlessly orchestrated the duties befitting a butler.
Besides, Jack's presence demands respect.
His towering, statuesque figure, chiseled features, and near-perfect proportions, accentuated by a bespoke suit crafted by top artisans, exude an air of effortless elegance and uninhibited charm. He instantly becomes the cynosure of all eyes, commanding attention effortlessly.
"I must say, you seem to have undergone quite the transformation," remarked Gordon, taken aback by Jack's newfound allure.
Gordon had always considered Jack handsome, albeit on par with Bruce. But now, as Gordon observed, Jack had undergone a metamorphosis, his allure magnified.
"Usually, I manage just fine. But tonight, I thought I'd let Bruce bask in the limelight," Jack quipped, sipping his wine casually, his intentions crystal clear.
And indeed, Jack's intentions were as straightforward as he claimed.
For most, the demarcation between home and the outside world is distinct, but for Jack, casual gatherings and formal affairs are worlds apart.
Gordon, bemused, remarked, "...Are you trying to outshine him? You're stirring up quite a storm!"
"Do you have any idea how dashing your ward is?" he mused silently.
"Mr. Jack," Alfred approached with a genial smile, "Master Wayne has often spoken highly of you."
"Did he say anything negative about me?" Jack inquired.
"Absolutely not," Alfred reassured, flashing a warm smile.
"Where are the others?" Jack questioned.
"The young master has just picked up Miss Rachel. They should be here soon," Alfred replied.
As he spoke, a sleek Lamborghini pulled into the open space in front of the manor. The protagonist of today's birthday celebration, Bruce Wayne, stepped out.
Bruce walked over to the other side of the car to escort Rachel, who was being incredibly cooperative.
"It seems like it was successful," Jack muttered.
"I'm thrilled to witness this scene," Alfred expressed, his eyes reflecting the joy of an old father seeing his son finally settling down.
Being the person who knew Bruce best, Alfred understood that Bruce's past relationships were mere physical desires. The only woman he truly cared about was Rachel Dawes.
"By the way, Alfred, do you like magic?" Jack suddenly asked, glancing at Alfred.
"Magic?" Alfred seemed a bit perplexed. "Well... for me, magic is just a form of performance that utilizes visual effects and psychological factors... I can't say I particularly like it, but it's tolerable. I wouldn't say it's bothersome."
Alfred believed this was the best response when he wasn't sure where Jack was going with the question.
"Yeah," Jack nodded, leaving Alfred, who had prepared a plethora of responses, feeling somewhat frustrated.
Why did it end like this?
Before Alfred could decipher Jack's intentions, Bruce and Rachel arrived. His attention involuntarily shifted to Jack, and his eyes lit up as he approached.
"This is Jack, Mr. Gordon. Bruce first introduced Jack and Gordon to Rachel before exchanging greetings.
"Rachel Dawes," Rachel greeted with a smile, nodding. "Nice to meet you."
"You must be the Ms. Rachel that Bruce is thinking about," Jack raised his wine glass, adding, "It seems he succeeded?" The words caught Rachel off guard, making her glance at Bruce.
"We have never been separated," Bruce declared, hugging Rachel with a smile.
"Okay," Jack raised his eyebrows to express his refusal to eat too much dog food, "Happy birthday to you."
"Thank you."
Afterwards, after Bruce was polite to Gordon, under Alfred's persuasion, I had no choice but to chat with those famous and powerful people.
Although these famous and powerful people are not as good as the Wayne family, and they are just a few, they still come to attend the birthday party. Not saying hello is not justified in terms of etiquette.
"Then, what do we need to do?" Gordon looked around and didn't know what to do.
He is just an ordinary policeman and has never been to such a high-end place.
"For you, there are two options," Jack said, "One is to pick up girls, but given your status, I suggest you respect yourself, Officer Gordon."
"I know it without you having to tell me!" Gordon He lowered his voice and said angrily.
"The second option is to eat and drink." Jack pointed to the delicacies.
"That's not bad." Gordon said, "What about you?"
"Hey..." Jack sighed, as if feeling powerless for Gordon's eyesight, "Do you know how many beauties were looking at me just now?"
"..." Gordon was silent.
Even he, who has seen Jack's true face, was shocked by Jack for a long time. Does anyone else need to talk about it?
"So, of course I went to pick up girls..." Jack patted Gordon on the shoulder and walked towards his hunting ground.
However, while scanning the entire audience, Jack's eyes suddenly stopped when he passed by someone.
He found an interesting person.
In other words, a naughty cat.
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