8386/Behind the Scenes of Theme of the Crime

Behind the Scenes of Theme of the Crime
Date of Scene:	28 October 2021
Location:	Gotham Cable Studios, Gotham City
Synopsis:	It's not a fieldtrip without a near mauling
Cast of Characters:	Michael Hannigan, Thomas Blake, Damian Wayne
Tinyplot:	Theme_of_the_Crime

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Michael Hannigan has posed:
After a bit of back and forth between Gotham Studios and two agencies that represents some of the talent on the set of Theme of the Crime, a special treat was extended out to schools (including the home variety) that wished to take part. For one day tours would be allowed of the studio and in particular the set of the previously mentioned show.

It is a very full tour, with most of the arrivals Scooby-Dooing into various groups. As for THIS particular group, they have found themselves crammed on to a lengthy multi-car tram that is zooting them across the lot from the main building towards the set. This particular group is a tad smaller than the others which gives a bit more options for seating on the 4 car tram. The tour guide, a blonde woman in her early 50s is situated up front and upon meeting her, two thing becomes clear. First, she should have gone into a radio career. Most likely NPR. Secondly, she was in a rush this morning because that lipstick most defintely was applied in a moving vehicle.

In the car behind her, is a an adult male escorting a beaming young girl, approximately 5 bearing a striking familial resemblance.

Thomas Blake has posed:
"I do not give a fuck about the food table. Get another one, Paul! Easy enough. Order out. You said sure, bring the tiger for the season finale. He did what a tiger will do. He thought the table would support his weight. Do you want a HUNGRY tiger walking around, Paul?! I don't think so. Fuck me?! In my entirety? Fine. Have fun starting your car after work. Of course I'm kidding. I never do car bombs. I'd feed you to Rasputin though," Thomas Blake shuts off his phone, leading a leashed white tiger that walks slightly ahead of him, his yelling having preceded his turning a corner. "That rotten no good motherf... " he stops as he sees the tour and the little girl. He pulls on the leash slightly and Rasputin sits down and looks bored, yet regal. His paws covered in red. A stagehand reaches to pet the sleepy looking cat. He is warned off."

"Pet him with whatever body part you won't miss." He gives a wave at the little girl.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     The tour tram took a stop to let off its Scooby gang, and amongst the attendees was a boy, wearing a Gotham Studios shirt, signed in sharpie with names of various personalities who've come and gone through the studios. Vicki Vale, Basil Karlo, Simon Trent among the names. "So, basically an Executive Producer just throws money at a production and they get a credit?" He asks the tour guide, of course, a Wayne in Gotham sticks out like a sore thumb.

  The white tiger makes the young man stop in his tracks, not afraid, mesmerized by the beauty and the power of such a creature. "He looks like a king." He comments, his green eyes smile as he looks upon nature's majesty.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Why yes." The tour guide replies. "Or they find others to finance the project themselves. Because without the money, there's no show. Speaking of which, we're coming across one of the producers now!" The tour guide states as the tram starts to pull up on the set. There is a happy wave given to Thomas as the tram comes rolling on in.

The driver of it sees the tiger sitting near the initial stop and opts to move juuuuuuust a little further. Which is very helpful for what happens next.

"KITTY!" Upon the tram coming to a full and complete stop, the little girl manages to hop over her dad to get to the door side of the car.

"Alexandria I don't thi-" Reasoning can only go so far and in a situation like this, that was seconds waited for what he should have done.

The tour guide's eyes widen as she sees the girl sprinting towards the tiger and scrambles out of her car to pursue, managing to pass the father in the process. "Don't touch the kitty!"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake steps quickly forward to intercept the girl. As a result Rasputin, startled and a little cross for want of a post lasagna feast nap rears up on his back legs and grabs Blake, resting half his weight on the man's back. Blake is very staggered by this and manages somehow to turn around and grapple with the cat.

The grapple actually turns into a hug as Rasputin nuzzles him while simultaneously nearly snapping his back.

"Can someone get that kid and back away with her..." he grunts. "That's my good boy... PLEASE! He's heavy enough without three trays of lasagna in hm!"

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian's eyes go wide as the preschooler darts toward Rasputin.

  Almost immediately he starts to run up, intercepting the child a millisecond after Thomas harked for someone to distance the girl from the tiger. "Hey, hey. That kitty isn't safe to pet. Not like a house cat." He says, all the while ushering the youngling towards her father. "She's alright." He says, before smiling, at least trying to prevent the situation from becoming more of an incident.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
The shouted warning plus the sight of the large kitty hugging on to the large guy, and the older boy blocking her path does cause for the previously identified Alexandria to stop running. Standing still, she stares at the sight before her. She's quiet for a moment before she share some very wise insight on the matter.

"He's pretty!" Alexandria states matter of factly as she gets ushered off by both Damian and the slower arriving tour guide. The father sighs, crouching down to talk things out with the daughter before looking over to the tiger and then towards Thomas. Frowning, he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Instead he closes it right back up and looks back to his kid.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake gets the cat off his back. Rasputin returns to a sitting position, regarding the silly noisy people with an aloof stair. Thomas sits on the curb beside him, wiping his face and trying to straighten his back. He glares at the father a moment and says, "Yes?"

He then turns to Damian Wayne and snaps, "I must not have gotten that memo because I'm working my ass off."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Once the girl is safely with her father, Damian turns around and looks to Thomas. "He is beautiful, but a five year old won't know that they are just as deadly." He doesn't chide the man. Only recognizing what Thomas already knows, while also taking a moment to also look at Rasputin with a measure of appreciation.

  A hand reaches down to his pocket, and pulls out a sharpie. "Mind giving an autograph? Kind of a family tradition...apparently." Dick, Jason, and Tim all having toured the studios on field trips as well over the years.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
The father, having some sense of preservation decides to not answer Thomas. Instead, he's talking to Alexandria rather quietly. The tour guide brings down a low voice to speak to the parent, and judging from the look on the little girl's face, she's not liking the first part. But upon the guide turning her attention to the child, the expression seems to relax a bit more.

Off to the entrance way to the studio, a familiar figure steps out. His attire is a bit different than what's commonly attributed to him, both in tour and off the clock but that's understandable. He's, partly in costume. From the waist down, he's wearing the boots and studded leather pants of his costume. But waist up he's wearing a plain white shirt with the long sleeves rolled up. "Hey Thomas." Nick Drago states, gesturing behind him, "They're putting in an order for pizza and want to know what toppings you want."

He pauses, looking to the father and tourguide counseling the five year old, the sitting Rasputin, Thomas, and-

"Oh hey Damian." He glances back to the tram, noting the lack of others, "This is the smallest group yet."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake winces a little as he takes the marker and a vertebrae realigns with an audible <pop>. He notes the name 'Damian' from the other autographs and signs 'Damian, don't get the clap! Thomas /Catman/ Blake!'

"Nice to meet you. Mike, I'm going to take my tiger home. This place is too crazy for him." And so saying he turns and walks away, letting the tiger lead him.

Damian Wayne has posed:
     Damian looks toward the newest of autographs, and doesn't get the reference. But he smiles and bids the Catman well with Rasputin as he leaves. "They split us off. But between the toddler almost becoming tiger food, and Thomas Blake giving me the advice to avoid Gonorrhea...I would say this was the best field trip yet."

  "Well, I can't leave without getting another autograph..." Damianholds the sharpie out, all but asking Mike directly.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike watches Thomas head off as well, head turning to the advice being given by Thomas. "He what?" He reaches over taking the offered sharpie and checks the autograph that Thomas just marked up. He reads the comment, ponders over it for a moment before it registers. He chuckles, shaking his head before he finds his own spot to write on. The cap pops off and he starts to scrawl his own bit. 'Party on Wayne! - Nick Drago'

He caps the pen before passing it back to Damian. "Sounds like a good assessment on the field trip. I've found things are never boring around Thomas." Turning back he caps the pen and hands that over as well. "So, reasonable balance between educational and entertaining?"

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "Party...on?" Clearly the Gen Z doesn't have any idea what that is from.

  "Yes. Clearly, I should just go into being an Executive Producer and gamble our money on movies that may or may not break even." Needless to say, Damian most likely is going to keep Wayne Industries in the consumer technology and tech industry. "Though it does seem like an interesting hobby."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick smiles, "A League of their Own and Wayne's World. Watch those movies or just google the quotes." He looks over to Damian at his assessment about being a producer. "You don't make money without a little bit of risk involved," He states, "Wade took a chance opening up his studio. And what are the odds me going into music would actually pay out?"

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "That is why it would be an interesting hobby. But then again..." Mike would know what he meant. But another sentence was soon to follow. "The Wayne money is deep."

  "A League of their Own...Wayne's World. Okay." His brothers have been introducing him to pop culture, mainly when you live on an island and only study and fighting...not much time left for movies. "The chances of succeeding in the music industry are small...like one to one hundred thousand. The odds of being struck by lightning sometime in your life are one to fifteen thousand three hundred."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick pauses, "I wasn't actually expecting you to a-" He quiets, shaking his head as he looks over to the father and daughter still having a conversation with the tour guide. "Tiger issues aside, it appears your tour got paused in the meantime. You want to tag along with me while they sort that out? I do have an idea what they were going to show you considering the other groups that have been through."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "That means for every one of you. Ten people have been struck by lightning." Yeah, let that sink in Drago.

  "By all means, I don't think they'd stop you or me anyway." This was Gotham afterall, and the Waynes were still the First Family of Gotham.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"I'll take that as a yes then." Nick asesses, "We can sneak a peek at the robot while we're at it." He tilts his head in the direction of the tour guide, "Just give me a minute to clear it with the guide and we'll head on."

Damian Wayne has posed:
     "Okay then." Damian offers, before placing the sharpie back in his pocket. "But really. Aren't you a star? Why would they stop you?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick glances back to Damian, "Just because I'm a star doesn't mean I have to act like an ass."

Well. On purpose anyways.