Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Penelope Carruthers, Amy Stoddard, Maxine Mellon (Lots of mention of Bruce/Dick)
Genres: Challenge, Drama
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
General Summary: Enemies of The Prince of Gotham and his Royal Consort storm the Castle! ;)
Chapter Summary: Society hostess Penelope Carruthers doesn’t approve of the Prince of Gotham’s choice of mate.
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Date Of Completion: January 13, 2009
Date Of Posting: February 7, 2009
Word Count: 419
Author’s Note: This story fits my 2009 DCU Fic/Art Tabloids Challenge.
The entire series can be found here.
PLOTTING IN THE CONSERVATORY
“We are not inviting those…those…”
Penelope Carruthers sputtered, her perfectly-coiffed chestnut hair framing an outraged expression. Her yellow dress was simple but outrageously expensive, as befitted a Carruthers. She and Amy Stoddard and Maxine Mellon were in the conservatory of Carruthers Hall, the smell of jasmine strong. Amy and Maxine exchanged uneasy glances.
Maxine’s hazel eyes were troubled. While Amy was almost bone-thin, Maxine had a full figure, wearing a red sweater that her husband Kendall admired. Her ruby bracelet clunked against the table.
“Penelope, we can’t just ignore Bruce Wayne! My god, you don’t snub the Prince!”
“Prince!” Penelope sneered. “He’s betrayed his blue blood.”
“How?” Amy drawled. “Bluebloods have always been, ah, unconventional in their sexual liaisons.”
“But not with their former wards!”
Amy made an impatient gesture. “He’s over 18, gorgeous, and Bruce is crazy about the kid.”
“He’s gutter trash.” Penelope paced back-and-forth in agitation, her 5’10” impressive. “Bad enough Bruce took a circus brat in and made him his heir, but to sleep with the trash…”
Maxine frowned. “He seems decent enough.”
“He’s circus folk, Maxine! Show business! One step up from being a whore! Though that’s pretty appropriate, since Dick is Bruce’s whore now.”
“Pretty harsh,” Amy said as she leaned back in her chair.
“You know I speak the truth.”
Amy shrugged. “I still think you’re playing with fire if you don’t invite Bruce to the Spring Cotillion.”
“The Winter Ball is one thing. That’s a Wayne thing. The Spring Cotillion is different.”
“Yes, that’s a Braddock thing. What do you think our grande dame would say to that?”
Penelope waved her hand. “Elizabeth Braddock is sick. She has devolved all planning for the Cotillion onto me.”
“And our other grande dame?”
“Cordelia Kane is in Europe.”
“This isn’t the era of the Grand Tour. I’m sure that Cordelia would know if her nephew was snubbed.”
“She doesn’t care about Gotham Society.”
Skeptical expressions crossed Amy and Maxine’s faces but they held their tongues.
Penelope was well aware of the two leaders of Society, but illness and apathy had put them out of the picture. She was in charge now. If Bruce Wayne wanted to betray his class with a guttersnipe, than he would just have to deal with the consequences.
“Let’s get down to business.”
Penelope rang a little bell for refreshments as she sat down and projected an air of efficiency.
Inside, she was gleefully plotting further humiliation for the Prince and his Boy Whore.