•Peace•

•Chapter Fifty•

=Chapter Fifty=
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The Auction
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Saturday, 5th of October

"First of all, I'd like to thank the talented Rachel Elizabeth Dare for the painting I commissioned for this charity auction, it is quite the masterpiece." Bruce said, and a polite applause came after.

"As you all know, the explosion caused by the joker disrupted the lives of many businesses and homes, leaving our gothomites homeless and jobless while they try to repair their homes and lives day after day, attack after attack." He continued.

"The money that comes from this auction will go straight to help our community, friends and neighbors, and ultimately, to a future where we hope Gotham will be at peace."

A few cheers and a tad bit more enthusiastic claps.

"Without further ado, I present ms. dares painting.. the moonlit lake." Bruce Wayne stepped aside and pulled off the cloth hiding the canvas away.

The crowd perked up with interest, seeing the very detailed and stunning work of Rachel herself.

"That's amazing Rachel.." I said in awe.

"Thanks." She grinned. "It's not my best work but it's up there."

I sigh. "They say an artists biggest critic is themself.."

Rachel elbows me. "I didn't say I hated it."

"I'm joking around." I grin.

The party goers gather closer, squeezing around us so that they can have a front row seat of the auction.

We stayed at our tall table but it was very uncomfortable now.

"Maybe after we finish eating, we can go to the back.." Piper said after getting bumped into for the fifth time.

We all agree and scarf down our food, leaving the plates (caterers would pick them up) and making our way through the crowd to the back for some much needed space.

"Alright, I have a guest here who is a talented auctioneer, Ted, I will let you do your thing." Bruce Wayne stepped aside and let an older well rounded man move to the podium.

"Hello, my name is Ted! This artwork listed as "moonlit lake" painted by the lovely young woman Rachel Elizabeth Dare will be starting auction at 10,000 dollars.. keep in mind this is for charity, helping those effected by the criminals and villains that plague our city." He holds up a hammer, "and.. bidding start!"

The room somehow became a war of people firing numbers- those of which got larger and larger, the auctioneers words moving faster than I could comprehend, it was almost dizzying how loud it got.

"ONE MILLION!" Someone in the crowd shouted

"Ihearonemilliondoiheartwomillion?twomillionforthelovelyartworkheredoiheartwomi-"

"TWO MILLION!"

"THREE MILLION!"

"Ihearthreemilliondoihear-"

"TEN MILLION!"

"Wow.. they're going high.." I said to Jason, who nodded.