fandomhigh | Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2012, Early Saturday Evening (Part 2)

Were you all enjoying your graduation, children? Ingvar certainly hoped you were. It was so much fun, after all! Though... it could be a little more fun, couldn't it? It felt as if something was missing somehow. Something to really make it... fun.

Ingvar knew what it was.

And so, while the graduates were still on and around the stage, the earth began to rumble. Large black clouds of smoke pushed out of Ingvar's volcano and into the air, obscuring the sky and the moon. Soon, the air was covered in a thick black blanket of darkness.

The tune of the rumbling shifted.

Around the stage, clear protective walls sprung up. This was not Fandom's first tango on graduation day, thank you. She knew how to take care of what was hers.

Unfortunately, Ingvar knew its mother well. Moments later, it began to rain: a thick downpour of familiar plastic poppets in varying levels of creepiness, but also nice, brown, fluffy ...red-eyed, sharp-clawed teddy bears. And leading the charge, teeth-first--

"DROP BEARS!"

[OCD is up! Have at it! Audience | Grads: Fight! | Grads: Hide! | Aftermath | OOC 1 | OOC 2]

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Bruce slid his brass knuckles and grapple back into his utility belt after the tremor ended things. His robed stayed on the whole time, trailing behind him like a badass cape. It was a little frayed now, but still in one piece, so he zipped it back up and looked for his mortarboard. (It had a tracking device so he could find it.)

(Preparation.)

"Lemonade, Master Bruce?" Why did he have lemonade on hand? Why did marauding bears not throw him off?

He was a damn good butler, that's why.

The best damn butler. "Thank you, Alfred," Bruce said, taking a glass and quickly drinking half of it. Alfred made the best damn lemonade.

"Was everyone okay behind the barriers?"

"Quite so, Master Bruce."

"Glad to hear it," Bruce said before finishing off his glass and putting it back on the tray. "And the lemonade was excellent as always."

"I live to serve," Alfred replied dryly. "Will you be staying long?"

"Just a few more days, then I'm off to New York until..." Bruce was planning on returning to Gotham for the 10 year anniversary of his parents' deaths. He had timing. "But I do have some things I'd like you to take back with you this weekend."

Alfred nodded in understanding. "Of course, Master Bruce."

Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2012, Early Saturday Evening (Part 2)

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