Bruce smiled, his eyes creasing in the corners in a way they rarely, if ever, did when he was donning the cowl. That was part of the game though, wasn’t it? Keep your vigilante identity as far from your everyday life as possible? That was something the supers never seemed to learn. The whole small town clutz thing they all had going could only cover so much, especially when they were so gung-ho on reporting on themselves.
He would never understand them.
But this wasn’t the time to be thinking of his caped acquaintances. He had an interview to wrap up.
“Of course not, you wouldn’t be much of a reporter if you didn’t, now would you?” He joked, his hand scratching gently at his cheek as he thought the question over. In all reality he hated all of it. The registration was invasive and reeked of government oversight in a way that was sure to end in corruption and disaster and Magneto was an egomaniac with an intellect on the same caliber of Hugo Strange and powers that made him about a hundred times more dangerous, but here he was simply Bruce Wayne. Billionaire philanthropist with a penchant for adopting young boys. Nothing more.
“I’ve always had faith in the people of Gotham to overcome adversity and they’ve yet to disappoint me,” He finally said, a rehearsed response but a true one nonetheless, “What’s important to both me and my company are the people who make and use our products everyday. Wayne enterprises has been extremely involved in clean-up and relief efforts for those affected by recent events and we plan to continue those programs for as long as necessary to get people back on their feet. I will say this, it’s very disheartening to see the governments of the world so obsessed with those among us who they see as threats that they forget the very individuals they say all of this is to protect.”
He sighed. He was sure his statement would be a PR nightmare but it needed to be said and if not by him then who?
“Any other questions for me, Ms. Park?”
