Luke stood calmly among Gotham's most fortunate, occasionally walking around or even catching up with old friends he met at his private school. He felt odd about being around all the wealthy guests, although he himself was counted among their numbers, he knew this was because he had inherited his money. A few minutes later Lucius, Luke's father, made an entrance and an announcement directing the wedding guests. Luke like most of the guests followed Lucius's directions, Luke gazed as his father wondering if he should even speak to him, but that ceased to be Luke's concern as the front entrance of the manor exploded inwards followed by the glass surrounding it. 

Screaming erupted as a man stormed through the door, taking the glass down with him, Luke couldn't tell what exactly was going on but he knew it was trouble and took this as his chance to leave the crowd. [i]There's no telling if Batman even knows about this, but right now I've got to do something [/i]. Glancing around Luke attempted to spot his father, unable to find him Luke hoped that he had already evacuated or fled into a safer area in the mansion. Still looking around Luke attempted to find something to hide his identity, if he could hide his true self he would but time was of the essence. Having spotted a fallen serving tray Luke picked up a square piece of fabric, the fabric had previously held the place under the glass cocktail drinks, picking it up Luke tied the fabric tightly around his face. With the cloth now covering up a majority of his face Luke turned back around at the intruder, now intruders.

Remembering his training Luke scanned the attackers, he could clearly see the rifles, but he could also see what looked to be mechanical joints.[i]Cyborgs? Androids? Can I even take them without the suit?[/i] As another man kicked one of the intruders with what looked like some success Luke shook himself into action. Although Luke was curious about the man's identity, that would have come later, taking aim at the gunman currently shooting Luke threw the silver tray at the weapon, hoping that it would knock it out of it's grip allowing him to come closer.