Forums » General Roleplay » Wayne Manor Holiday Gala [Open RP]

✔ Any characters that would make sense in a superhero or modern fantasy setting are welcome, but please remember that characters with distinctly inhuman features need to be in some kind of disguise. This is still Gotham City!

✔ Both Canon Characters & Original Creations are welcome! They do not have to be from DC Comics.

✔ Please use spellcheck and have a good grasp of grammar. Avoid one liners. If you need a frame of reference, this roleplay can be considered "semi-literate" to "literate" skill level. Please be capable of observing all the usual etiquette of group RP. You should also feel free to ignore those unwilling to play nice.

✔ Peaceful interactions! This is a light and fun event. Your villains can attend if they behave themselves and don't go wandering around in their murder costumes. There is In Character security present, and characters that cause trouble or fight with other guests will be removed (you will also be asked to leave OOCly if you don't mind this rule.) If you feel like you can't honor that, avoid joining or switch out characters please.

✔ The posting order of this thread is loose. Different people may have different times available to them, so feel free to post around them if the situation is appropriate, but avoid railroading people or using this to exclude them. This thread will likely remain open until the end of December unless I'm forced to close it early.



The first thing that catches the eye upon entering the house is the immense Christmas tree set up in the middle of the entry hall. True to the party's theme, it is a silver tinsel monstrosity, but in a way that's kind of charming. Shiny red ornaments like candied cherries decorate it's metallic branches and the glowing spires of a giant art deco star crowns its top. It reaches nearly to the ceiling and fills the whole room with glimmering motes from the colorful lights reflecting off it's sides.

A mock display of throwback toys has been set up beneath it, roped off by blue ribbon and more tinsel to keep them safe. An industrial bubble machine has been set up to send bubbles of every size drifting over the crowd while jaunty holiday music plays beneath the current of cheerful conversation.

Beyond in the ballroom the buffet has been styled in more art deco, celebrating 'the world of the future', both with displays of what the people of the 1960s imagined the future to look light, and some celebrating the technology that actually came to life. Between it is a spread of both themed snacks and more traditional fare.

There is roast goose with chestnut stuffing, sliced ham, Yorkshire puddings, mini mince pies, ginger breads, hot chocolate, elaborately decorated sweets and pastries, and so much more than one person could ever hope to sample in one night. In the corner, for adults, there is a bar serving Hot Brandy and Rum Punch, Mulled Cider, and special coffees. On the other side are selections like fruit and jello molds, hot apple cobbler, macaroni and cheese, fried fish, mashed potatoes, and mini meatloaves.

For those who wish to brave the cold, an ice skating rink and a winter garden has been set up just outside. Snow falls softly past the windows on the garden side, and covers the garden itself in a soft white blanket, likely helped along by cleverly hidden snow machines.

Another, smaller tree has been set up outside, dressed in gold and bright blue to contrast with the white snow. Colorful, oversized ornaments mark the borders of the ice rink, and there are plenty of glittering fairy lights to light up the pond and paths well into the night.


Bruce watched appreciatively as the glint of the aluminum Christmas tree that took center stage in the vast ballroom cast colorful shimmers across it's walls. The tree stood like a garish holiday skyscraper above the festivities, it's cherry red baubles a graceless and cheerful pop of color across it's artificial silver branches. Somewhere he could still feel Alfred's disapproving frown as the butler carefully conducted his underlings around the whole loud setup.

To add insult to injury, Bruce was no less decorated. He was gleefully bedecked in a holly green button up sweater, a pair of burgundy slacks, and for the icing on the metaphorical cake: a red ascot, tucked so that it just peeked out from the neck of his sweater. It had little gold gingerbread men printed across it that flashed shamelessly as he shifted his weight. The billionaire was resting by the base of the tree itself, his hands tucked into the warmth of his sweater's pockets, and just the very slightest of smiles on his lips. He watched a few oversized bubbles float by with detached interest.

Sometimes he enjoyed keeping the poor old butler on his toes. Not every year could be a lavish Victorian Christmas after all, full of pomp and decorum. Bruce had suspected that there were some members of the family would would enjoy the change, despite Alfred's protests and thinly veiled grumbling. And the absurdity of the theme would serve to help further him from his other persona as well.

Who could picture Batman in an ascot, after all?

Lemon’s father had been a large investor and close friend to the Wayne family and Lemon had memories of being young running in the hall of the manor with a boy at christmas parties like this one. Sadly that was 20 years ago and Lemon’s father recently passed from a stroke but as she cleaned his office out she found the invitation to this event, and would represent her family in his place.

Lemon was a very petite woman barely 5 feet tall. She wore a what looked like a red flannel shirt tucked into a large cream tooled skirt. Her long golden hair was pinned back from her face into an elaborate braide that perfectly showed off her sharp cheekbones and large emerald eyes.

As Lemon stood alone under the large tree her eyes darting around at different guest, she slowly logged and evaluated every guest. Finally Lemon’s eyes locked on the man of the hour the famous Bruce Wyane. She watched Bruce for a few moments, all of his mannerisms seemed just as calculated as her own, this raised a hair on her neck for a moment. The moment Lemon thought Bruce might have caught her deliberate gaze, Lemon quickly turned back toward him while taking a sip of her Mulled Cider.

(( Hey there! I won’t be acknowledging any non-canon relationships to Bruce, including close business ones since it wasn’t discussed with me, but happy to have your character attend outside of that! ))

The hum of conversation was a pleasant background noise to Bruce’s thoughts. Even here he was working, taking in information and observations on the city’s elite, Gotham’s movers and shakers— and the parties most likely to be up to trouble, or at least funding it. They were just as important to Batman as they were to Bruce Wayne, and his sharp blue eyes were just as keenly focused as his ears.

In the midst of his thoughts he felt the eyes of another on him, and looked up to see a young woman watching him. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence; Bruce Wayne was well known for more than just his money. He smiled anyway, that charming flash of a half grin that seemed to light up a room, but never seemed to fully warm his eyes.

“Enjoying the party?” Bruce’s deep voice seemed to carry effortlessly over the crowd, though a sudden wince away from a rogue bubble from the nearby bubble machine somewhat ruined the effect. “I’m starting to rethink the bubbles,” he admitted conversationally.