High Class Conversations

"Were you in charge of the drinks? They taste wonderful." Bruce commented. Sora smiled.

"What's a fun gathering without drinks? I had to make sure I at least got that one right." He responded.

The richest man in Gotham swirled his glass. His gaze was concentrated on the race track below. Racers zoomed by, their engines screaming to the audience.

"It seems we finally have some time to talk. Such a thing is hard to come by nowadays."

"...That's just how it goes."

"You know, I don't remember the Lockharts having children. Where did you even come from? Haha." Bruce joked.

It wasn't a joke though. Sora chuckled along with him regardless. Alice was too busy dealing with the young Falcones. She would glance over at him every now and then, looking for a way to escape. A male waiter came and passed him a drink. It was a mudslide! Sora's favorite.

"Well, Mr Wayne…I'm an orphan. But I'm sure you already knew that. A wealthy man like you should obviously have his own way of getting information. Why ask?" Sora mocked.

"Ah, sometimes it's just better to hear it in person. It seems like we're both orphans then."

"...I guess so. A toast to the rich orphans!" Sora joked.

"Haha. To the rich orphans."

The two clinked their glass cups. Upon raising the glass to their lips, Bruce frowned. His drink was almost empty. He needed more! He immediately flagged down a waiter and ordered another.

Everything had already been paid for in advance. Today was to be an incredible experience for the upper echelon of Gotham. To the middle class and anyone else that managed to get a place in the audience, phones would be up at all times. Multiple social media posts were going viral about the event.

Sora leaned against the counter while viewing the track. Alice took that as her queue to approach. She quickly plopped down on the stool beside him. An exhausted sigh escaped her lips.

"Had enough already?" He whispered in her ear.

The beautiful doll rested her head on his side. The purpose of her action was to show her exhaustion. Sofia was truly sucking up to her as best she could. Carmine's daughter really wanted that Lockhart sponsor. That alone would put the Falcones back on the map.

"I didn't come here to speak business. This is supposed to be a relaxing moment for us!" She complained in a cute manner. Sora couldn't help but pat her head. He leaned toward her ear once again.

"If they come over here again, I'll send them away." He promised.

At that moment a fat round man approached the counter. A fancy pipe hung from his lips. He wore a business suit covered by a fur coat to stay warm. The interesting part about him was his long pointy nose.

"Kekeke. There's no rule against smoking, yeh? It's a nice event ya got here." He spoke with a gruff but nasally voice.

Sora raised an eyebrow at the man. Who let this shady kingpin in here? Of course, the sleepy man wouldn't discriminate. It didn't matter as long as the Lockhart Estate wasn't messed with.

"Penguin…What brings you here? This is pretty far away from your cove."

"Just wanted to touch bases. Everyone should be a friendly face in this climate, yeh?" He responded.

"Then consider our bases touched. You've been recognized." Sora declared in a sleepy manner. Penguin frowned before taking a drag from his pipe.

"No need to be so uppity about it. Don't be a prick, yeh?" He joked while walking away.

By this point, the racers were gathering at the starting line. Each pit crew worked on the powerful motorbikes. They made a final check for anything abnormal. Bruce Wayne had finally returned as well.

"Did I miss anything?" The rich nouveau asked. Sora shook his head.

"Not much. Maybe a few unexpected faces, but that's about it."

Bruce raised an eyebrow. His glass was still empty, but it looked as if he put in the order. Whatever martini he was drinking, it seemed to be customized. It didn't take long for a waitress to return with drinks. Another mudslide along with a martini could be seen on the tray. But that didn't matter.

The tanned woman seemed familiar. Sora's mind went into overdrive as he quickly figured out her identity. This waitress was exotic, with short cut hair and a slim figure. Her curves were just right. Just her looking at him made it feel like she was staring into his soul.

"Here are your drinks. Enjoy." She mewled while eyeing both Sora and Bruce.

There was only a few seconds of eye contact, but for the scion of Wayne Enterprises, it felt like hours. He liked what he saw. As the woman sauntered back to wherever she came from, Alice shifted on her stool. The mature beauty wasn't pleased with that interaction.

A knife had already appeared in her hand. Sora gave her a death stare, and she timidly put it away. A wry smile appeared on his face.

'I didn't expect to see Catwoman here. Will I see any other recognizable faces?' He thought while sipping his drink.

"Do you know her?" Bruce asked.

"...I don't."

"Hmm…"

"Go ahead. You saw that look." Sora commented.

"It's never as simple as it seems. She probably wants something."

"Why don't you go find out, playboy? Take your time. Or don't. The race is about to start."

"Then I'll be on my way."

Sora patted him on the shoulder as he went to pursue the hot waitress. It was obvious that Bruce would bite. The two were iconic, after all. Unfortunately, Sora didn't like putting in effort. He didn't need to.

BZZZZ

Sora's phone started buzzing. Someone was calling him. He lazily brought the device to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Lockhart, this is the pit crew. W-We have a problem."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"The Lockhart Foundation's sponsored racer…he-he sprained his ankle."

"............" Sora almost crushed his phone in agitation.

"S-Sir?"

"So he can't ride the bike?"

"Sir, it was his left ankle. The one you need to s-"

"Shift gears. I know…I'm on my way." Sora growled before hanging up. Alice immediately looked at him.

"Sora?" She hummed.

"It's fine. I gotta check something in the pits. Be back soon."

Without further ado, he made his way down to the race track.