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 parte superior, arriba security on him—Barbara! I see tu actually found a fecha worthy of your beauty!”
“Dad!” Barbara exclaimed, blushing.
“Nice to meet tu 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 friends for some time.”
“Ah, aha.” Gordon said, turning to his daughter who was trying to smile awkwardly.
“Nice company tu 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 parte superior, arriba security on him—Barbara! I see tu actually found a fecha worthy of your beauty!”
“Dad!” Barbara exclaimed, blushing.
“Nice to meet tu 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 friends for some time.”
“Ah, aha.” Gordon said, turning to his daughter who was trying to smile awkwardly.
“Nice company tu 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.
age: 17
Gender: male
Apereance: blond hair, bleuw eyes, half lion.(see pick)
Powes: animal sences,animal strengt, retractebel claws.
Personalaty: loyal, impulsif, always protects his friends, often dont think and just act on his animal instinks.
Realation to team: he is gunfires long lost twin brother.
History: he is gunfires twin brother, but when he was 5 years old he got lost in the woods around gotham, and after thad got raised por lions. He leand thad is brother was still in gotham a fewe weeks hace and gunfire told him about the cave, thouw somtings are still stance to hime, beceas he lived in the wild whit the lions fore 12 years.
Notes:
he speaks normaly englys beceast he leard thad before he got lost.
he is not used to interacting whit pepol well anymore
He hase a knive made out of bone, thad he somtimes uses, thouw he prefers the uses of he owne claws.