The valet opened the door and Samuel Grant stepped out of the limo with Barbara Gordon.
Grant was wearing a typical tuxedo. His hair was combed and pasted to his head, he had his charming smile back, and slipped his arm around Barbara’s.
Barbara looked absolutely magnificent. She was dressed in a sparkling black dress. The back was open in a “V” and the neckline was a few inches from her shoulders. The dress stopped halfway down the lower portion of her leg which the visible section was covered with the long, fancy patter on her high-heeled boot. Her red hair was slightly curled, but still hung loose behind her. Her blue eyes twinkled with merriment.
Shouts of “Mr. Grant!” and “Over here!” cluttered the two’s ears as they made their way through the flashing cameras and up towards the doors. They were welcomed inside with a smile and quickly made their way to where Jim Gordon was standing, talking to Bruce Wayne.
“..yes, we have سب, سب سے اوپر security on him—Barbara! I see آپ actually found a تاریخ worthy of your beauty!”
“Dad!” Barbara exclaimed, blushing.
“Nice to meet آپ again Mr. Gordon.” Sam said, shaking the Comissioner’s hand. Barbara tried to not look at Bruce’s glaring face.
“Again?” the police commissioner asked, shaking the billionaire’s hand.
“I was at one of these balls a few years ago.”
Sam said. “And I was at the Grayson Circus Incident.”
“Ah! Ah, yes! I do remember you!” Gordon replied. “So how did Barbara manage to hook you?”
Sam didn’t notice Barbara’s “No!No!No!” look until after he had responded “We’ve been دوستوں for some time.”
“Ah, aha.” Gordon said, turning to his daughter who was trying to smile awkwardly.
“Nice company آپ keep.” Sam said, smiling at Bruce, who smiled back. The glare war continued in the two’s eyes.
“Yes, yes, Bruce and I go way back.” Jim said, looking at his old friend. “Ah, just a second! Police business.” Jim said. “Bruce?”
The billionaire from Gotham followed the police commissioner to some distance. Gordon pulled out his radio and his eyes widened in fear. Bruce was gone almost immediately.
“What was that about?” Sam asked.
“Dunno.” Barbara replied.
Grant was wearing a typical tuxedo. His hair was combed and pasted to his head, he had his charming smile back, and slipped his arm around Barbara’s.
Barbara looked absolutely magnificent. She was dressed in a sparkling black dress. The back was open in a “V” and the neckline was a few inches from her shoulders. The dress stopped halfway down the lower portion of her leg which the visible section was covered with the long, fancy patter on her high-heeled boot. Her red hair was slightly curled, but still hung loose behind her. Her blue eyes twinkled with merriment.
Shouts of “Mr. Grant!” and “Over here!” cluttered the two’s ears as they made their way through the flashing cameras and up towards the doors. They were welcomed inside with a smile and quickly made their way to where Jim Gordon was standing, talking to Bruce Wayne.
“..yes, we have سب, سب سے اوپر security on him—Barbara! I see آپ actually found a تاریخ worthy of your beauty!”
“Dad!” Barbara exclaimed, blushing.
“Nice to meet آپ again Mr. Gordon.” Sam said, shaking the Comissioner’s hand. Barbara tried to not look at Bruce’s glaring face.
“Again?” the police commissioner asked, shaking the billionaire’s hand.
“I was at one of these balls a few years ago.”
Sam said. “And I was at the Grayson Circus Incident.”
“Ah! Ah, yes! I do remember you!” Gordon replied. “So how did Barbara manage to hook you?”
Sam didn’t notice Barbara’s “No!No!No!” look until after he had responded “We’ve been دوستوں for some time.”
“Ah, aha.” Gordon said, turning to his daughter who was trying to smile awkwardly.
“Nice company آپ keep.” Sam said, smiling at Bruce, who smiled back. The glare war continued in the two’s eyes.
“Yes, yes, Bruce and I go way back.” Jim said, looking at his old friend. “Ah, just a second! Police business.” Jim said. “Bruce?”
The billionaire from Gotham followed the police commissioner to some distance. Gordon pulled out his radio and his eyes widened in fear. Bruce was gone almost immediately.
“What was that about?” Sam asked.
“Dunno.” Barbara replied.
Daily Episode
دن Fifty:
Static Shock Episode Three: "The Breed"
Link: link
Summary: Derek Barnett, one of the most مقبول jocks at school, asks Virgil for help for tutoring. After one of their sessions, he begins to head home, when it is revealed that he is a Bang Baby, and turns into a mass of ionic energy. He is picked up off the streets after accidentally blowing up things and running, terrified and confused, from citizens and the police.
دن Fifty:
Static Shock Episode Three: "The Breed"
Link: link
Summary: Derek Barnett, one of the most مقبول jocks at school, asks Virgil for help for tutoring. After one of their sessions, he begins to head home, when it is revealed that he is a Bang Baby, and turns into a mass of ionic energy. He is picked up off the streets after accidentally blowing up things and running, terrified and confused, from citizens and the police.
Endgame
Pixiv Id 403191
Symbol
Trying to explain to Skylar why and what she wont say, and why the past may not matter, and why life sucks
Life Is a Sin : سے طرف کی Dox Eternal (ask me who that is okay, if u dont know)
Why is it a sin?
Does it really matter where i've been?
Life can take us on journeys
that no one else would understand.
If life is a sin,
Why don't we just stop livin'?
For us life may not be true,
life throws us آگ کے, آگ and we wont know what to do.
Love is part of life,
But living is sin,
It makes no sense anymore,
we will never win.
Love is lie, that we just keep on livin'
becasue life is a sin,
i will never understand,
Even though i aint perfect,
I am emotional,
But آپ wouldn't understand
i am some one else,
B/c i'm not really who u tihnk i am,
iam, iam.
Because life is a sin,
i will never fit in,
I know,
Love is life, but life aint good for you,
life is a sin,
and i will never know what to do, for you.
Life Is a Sin : سے طرف کی Dox Eternal (ask me who that is okay, if u dont know)
Why is it a sin?
Does it really matter where i've been?
Life can take us on journeys
that no one else would understand.
If life is a sin,
Why don't we just stop livin'?
For us life may not be true,
life throws us آگ کے, آگ and we wont know what to do.
Love is part of life,
But living is sin,
It makes no sense anymore,
we will never win.
Love is lie, that we just keep on livin'
becasue life is a sin,
i will never understand,
Even though i aint perfect,
I am emotional,
But آپ wouldn't understand
i am some one else,
B/c i'm not really who u tihnk i am,
iam, iam.
Because life is a sin,
i will never fit in,
I know,
Love is life, but life aint good for you,
life is a sin,
and i will never know what to do, for you.
