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Plush Velvet curtains gently swayed as the house lights dimmed, a strange melody of tunning violens and twittering floots running scales embelished the mood as the cunductor tapped his baton against the podium signaling the orchestra to ready. The audiance hushed and the glittering chandeler above the stage burst aglow as a spot light danced past it onto the leading soprano in Le Gotham Opera house.

The finest of the Fine were out tonight to see the opening night of the new opera "le grim de pueson" also known as "the sad fish"

"d**k give me your Opera glasses," Barbra politly whispered reaching a gloved hand out. "I can't see if clay face is on stage yet?" she lowered her voice even and strained to see past a large lady infront of her.

Any other night Barb would have loved to see "the sad fish" and be elegantly dressed in shimmering dark blue gown, but not tonight, infact she never really liked to be elegantly dressed, but it was the only way to come unoticed to the opera, and capture clay face.

((very nice POTO quote , oh and to d**k, and those considering posting, anyone can play the villian, anyone can take turns making clay face speak play act or waht ever they need him to do, that way one person is not stuck with a temp villian.))

((kk sounds good to me))

"uhh!!! R-r-rats d**k, I can't see him yet, maybe he's to smart and is hiding back stage," an annoyed lady hushed the young Barbra Gorden for her out burst, causing her to blush in embarassment, and turned to look again to the stage.
Barbra honestly doubted that clay face would hide back stage, he was all about getting attention, and haveing an adoring crowed to sing his praises.

"d**k," Barb whispered trying not to distract the patrons of the Opera House, "do you think we should try to get back stage?"

Miss Gorden was tired of haveing to sit and do nothing she'd rather sneak back stage and try to figure where clay face was, it was more her style.

Deep beneath Gotham's Old Opera House was the air conditioning units to the whole building. Lurking in the darkness was Mr. Freeze, who had hooked a special machine to the air outlet that would spray out a gas powerful enough to freeze on contact. His plan, simple! Gotham's rich and elite were going to be at the premiere of this opera, and he knew he might have a chance of reviving his sick wife. By kidnapping and blackmailing these powerful members of society, he could steal there money and use there company's resources in science and cryogenics to help find a cure for his wife. He had adjusted the finally pieces needed for his machine to work and he attached the special ingredient, liquid nitrogen. "In a matter of minutes, the people above will feel the harsh, stealth of winter as they experience a cold wave unlike one they've ever felt," he gloated and laughed homicidally. He pulled down the lever and the machine began to spray the icy substance up into the opera house.

Barbra frowned at d**k, and slapped him with her play bill, and turned slightly noticing a man who had sunk down in his seat...hmm guess he's cold.

"come to think of it ,i do feel a little chilly,"Barb muttered and whispered to d**k, "Fine! you sit here, and I'll go bust the bad guys!" was her hoarse retort.

Quick as a wink she slipped form her seat and crawled under the fine Opera seats till she found the exit leading to the back stage door.

As she tried to come out from under the chairs Barbra noticed in the seat above her Keira, Dicks friend.

Barbra smiled to her self as she saw the rather bord look on the young girls face, and wondered if she should say hi.
guess I better not scair her, she figured, why is it so cold in here, gosh you'd think someone wanted to creat a freezer out of this place.

Barb felt startled when Keira reached for her purse, but she sighed with relief and scooted out and away to get back stage.

Where there were many actors and actresses buzzing around like bee's in a hive, some practicing dance moves, others applying last minuet touches to costumes , and still others sat putting on ther stage makeup. rushing around were the directors, and stage hands.

"how in the name of all that is holy am I going to finde clay face in all this rabble?" Barbra looked around bewildered, hoping he just might pop up, by some chance.