Chapter 8: The Ball

After the interesting conversation with a robot, Lazerbeak agreed to help me if I could get him back to his world. I promised I would however I still have my doubts about the movement between worlds.

Either way, I started to use Lazerbeak beak to hack into the terrible firewalls of the late 20th century and start steeling money had putting it in a bunch of different bank accounts. I was hoping to start my own underground empire right in the middle of Gotham.

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The next day arrived, and it was time for the ball and meeting the Wayne's.

I got back to my room and slipped into bed, and it had become perfect timing because right as I did, my mother and an army of maids came bursting into my room.

She and the maids took the entire day trying to make me look my best. That includes a countless amount of expensive outfits and many new hair stiles.

Eventually, they found the one they wanted. It ended up being a small tuxedo with my newly combed back to look stunning.

After they left, I sent Lazerbeak out on a mission to find some kryptonite. It would be a very nice energy source for him and as well as future projects I have in mind.

Soon, my family and I were on our way to the ball. It was being held in the town hall so there was lots of room to do ... well everything. I expected to see deals being made, under the table and legal ones.

I was pretty sure that the Falcon's and the Maroni's to be there. When a party like this was made, the elites of Gotham were forced to stand each other for a night or risk humiliation and well as attack.

The building was surrounded by the dirty cops of the GCPD. James Gordon was now here quite yet but there were a noticeable people there.

We walked up the front steps and were greeted by the door man. As we walked it, it was a very nice red carpet moment. The King family had become very well know over the past few decades. Not only for their very nice military contracts but also their advances in modern day technology and their son, the boy who will be king, as my father called me.

We got glances from many people. Father and mother talked to a bunch of different people. My sister found some friends she knew and went to talk with them.

As I had nothing to do, I started to wonder. I knew it was not a very good choice as there were many people who could and would use me as a hostage to get my parents to do things for them but I didn't care. After all, I could just ask Lazerbeak to destroy them, both financially and physically.

I found the buffet and grabbed a plate. I knew I should try and complete the mission of meeting the Wayne's but I wanted it to happen more coincidentally.

I grabbed some chocolate covered strawberries and put the on a plate. Finding my self a nice place on the balcony of the second floor, I started to consume. I wasn't a very big fan of chocolate but when white chocolate was too sugary to eat and dark chocolate just didn't taste right, I was left with only one option.

Upon my eating, I was greeted by one of the people I wanted to see the most. A small Bruce Wayne appeared next to me. Well, we are both small because we were children but, you get the point.

"Well hello there." I say to him. I am not the best at starting conversations so this would be a little awkward for a little while.

"Hi. I'm Bruce Wayne. What's your name?" Bruce asks me.

<Mission compleat>

"I'm Jamison King. Is there a reason you wanted to see me?"

"No. You just seemed like the only other person at this party who seemed young enough to be my age so I figured that I would start a conversation."

"You have a point. You know, you are probably one of the few people my age that I know. Everyone else is so old." I say. I had completed the mission so now I could move on. The only reason I would want to actually know the Batman was for the action, which you can find anywhere in Gotham, and the people.

Anyways, we continued talking with each other for the rest of the ball. We made pretty quick friends. Well, more like acquaintance in my case as I would only really use him to meet the people he seemed to run in to.

At the end of the ball, our parents found each other and exchanged numbers. Apparently we would be seeing a lot of each other now.