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He stood before a crowd of thousands behind a clear glass podium. Chattering voices and starlit eyes all staring in his direction. Today he was to announce his donation of five million dollars to further research into radiowave therapy. He was expected to give a speech about the future of this specific treatment, about how he believed in it (which he did, at least), and about how it would eventually come to replace chemo and radiation therapy. The plausibility of such treatment had a future, especially in the capable hands of researchers in Wing City.

He stepped forth, his face to the microphone. He eyed the crowd, seeming to savor the suspense. Truthfully, he was just keeping up with the persona. "Wing City...." he said, trailing off. He smiled. He hated to play such a role, but it was necessary. Most of the people here probably thought he was nothing more than a rich jerkoff who tossed his money at whatever would better his public image. He continued, regardless.

"I stand before you today, not as a billionaire, but as a believer. A believer in tomorrow, and with that tomorrow I believe will come a new frontier in healthcare. I am here today to announce that I, Bruce Wayne, am donating five million dollars to radiowave therapy research, which will be used here in this very building," he said, pointing towards the hospital building behind him. "With this treatment, cancer patients can have a healthier, safer alternative to radiation and chemotherapy. I believe that with this treatment, billions of lives will be saved. This is a new horizon for the medical field, and I wish to further any advances that will change the face of medicine."

He allowed that statement to sink in, the crowd gazing at him, hopefully. "And I believe that with radiowave therapy, we can achieve that advancement. I believe that with radiowave therapy, we can eventually eliminate the fear of cancer for all days to come. I believe that with radiowave therapy, humanity can achieve a better standard of living...."

He had been told to say "radiowave therapy" as many times as he could work into his speech. Of course, he did actually believe in the possibility that this new treatment could lead to larger advancements. However, he was here to uphold an image; that he was a careless socialite billionaire. "I believe in radiowave therapy."

With that, he walked away, the sound of thunderous applause following close behind. He had been scanning the crowd while giving the speech. He saw one man, a Richard Hayter, who, according to the sources the facial recognition software in his contact lens had compiled, knew the late senator Carmichael. Richard was a reporter who had interviewed the senator under allegations of political corruption.

Bruce would have to pay him a visit later. Right now, however, he had a charity event to sit through.