>>5954978>>5955003>>5955047>>5955073"There's something about him. I think he has the hard edge necessary to get things moving, it just seems he's trying the carrot before the stick. If he means even half of things he's said he's trying to do I think it would be a good thing for Gotham."
Issac leans forward and raises his eyebrows over the rim of his glasses.
"And if he doesn't?"
"Pray for sunshine but pack an umbrella." You state simply while holding eye contact.
Isaac nods a few times.
"Your son has a good head on his shoulders, even if he's a little starry eyed for my tastes."
"You mean reasonable? Not everyone can afford to be a cynic, like you." The grey haired man quips over a freshly topped glass of wine.
"Not without proper insight. I think the things I do because I see the cogs of the machine, you think the way you do because you see the freshly painted exterior."
"Oh Jesus, let's not start this again, okay?"
"Start what?" You ask, your mother gives you a tired look the second the words escape your mouth.
"Issac has some sort of complex or something, because he works in City Hall he thinks he knows best about everything."
Issac shrugs and smiles.
"Obviously some people value my mindset, I beat you for head of the watch didn't I, Art?"
Art's eye twitches and he simply sips at his wine quietly, fuming. Issac turns his attention back to you, leaning in his chair he waves a hand vaguely.
"Maybe if you're interested you could come into City Hall some day, Mark. I could show you around and let you experience what it's like to work so closely with the mayor."
"Heh. Maybe." You reply dryly.
"Of course it wouldn't be anytime soon, the hall has a packed schedule for the coming week or so."
"Stop being coy about it and just brag already." Art says.
"Maybe we should start the meeting?" Your mother offers quietly, she is sharply interrupted by Issac.
"We will, remember that as head I set the start and wrap up time of meetings. Have some wine or something in the meantime." His dismissive tone makes you grind your teeth. You look to see how your Dad is handling it but your mother already has her hand on his forearm while he holds his eyes on Issac, his expression like carved stone.
"As I was saying, I'd love to show you around Mark but we're packed with events. We have an award ceremony for some cop at the start of the weekend and then a ribbon cutting ceremony for a Classic Film Theater that Wayne is opening in the East End."
"Sounds busy."
"Too busy, and for things that barely matter. A police officer got injured at the museum event Bruce Wayne holds and we throw him a party? Dedicate city funds to rewarding someone who did their job? If it was any other location he'd have gotten the same thing all injured cops get, a bundle of balloons and a teddy bear. But because it happened at a Wayne establishment it get's our full attention." He drains the final remnants of his mimosa and points a long finger at you.
