Speeding Bullets
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Jack Drake stepped out of the limo with his beautiful young wife. He saw the light bulbs popping around him as he walked up the carpet into the hotel where the fundraiser was being held. He couldn't really believe his luck in getting this invitation. The event was a fundraiser for a new museum being built in Gotham which would house several ancient Greek works of art. This was going to be a fantastic opportunity for him to mix and mingle with major business leaders around the world as well as leading archaeologists, which was a passion of his.
It had always upset him that he had to sell his collection off to pay off debts following the collapse of his company, but it was the only way he could avoid bankruptcy and still afford a reasonably comfortable lifestyle for his family. Hopefully the contacts he could build here would set his life back on track.
Looking down at his teenage son Jack felt no small amount of pride and gratitude. If it hadn't been for his son's friendship with Bruce Wayne and his son Dick Grayson there would have been no way that he would have been invited. He didn't let on, but he knew that Tim had secretly pulled strings to get him invited.
Jack looked around at his son who didn't look like he was having a good time. He was upset that his girlfriend Steph wasn't here, but she had broken her arm falling down the stairs.
Again.
Jack always winced when he heard how she or his son would fall down stairs, walk into doors, get beaten up by a school bully whose face they couldn't remember. It happened too often and Jack really didn't like it. He didn't like the late nights or Tim's constant nights at Bruce's. The only consolation he had was that Bruce's son was a cop and that Dick's girlfriend was the daughter of Gotham's most senior and respected police officer James Gordon. Even though he was retired, he knew people still called him Commissioner out of respect.
He didn't like the fact that Tim spent most of his nights with older friends, but in a way it suited him. His son was a lot older than he looked deep inside and Jack knew it was his fault spending too much time away forcing him to be independent so quickly. Of course it could have been worse. He heard so many horror stories of kids going wild, joining gangs, doing drugs and God knows what else.
Jack was always worried about Tim. So worried in fact that when he once paid a private detective to search through Tim's room looking for evidence. He didn't find anything but the next day Tim gave him such a cold look Jack thought he was going to drop dead. He didn't know how but he knew Tim knew.
Jack turned around and saw Bruce walking up the carpet clasping his hand warmly Bruce shot him a warm and friendly smile. Despite his fears it was always good to see Bruce. After everything he had been through in life he never lost his smile. Jack always felt terrible about thinking of him as an air head playboy who didn't deserve his money. It wasn't until Tim told him how Bruce inherited his money that Jack saw him in a different light.
Especially hearing about the death of his other son Jason. If anything ever happened to Tim it would just brake him in half.
Walking down the carpet, Jack with his wife and son, moved their way in the ballroom where the main attraction was.
Wonder Woman. Not only was she opening the event, she had also donated several priceless pieces of artwork to the museum.
Jack couldn't believe his luck. Not only was he invited to a major event with Gotham's elite at an event he had a passionate knowledge of, but he was also going to meet one of the greatest superheroes in the universe. He'd never met a superhero before and was scared he was going to mess up and say something stupid.
Jack Drake said a silent prayer that nothing would go wrong and he walked into the hotel.
