then along came their prince, ben novak jr. >> he was a spoiled kid. was a brat. >> ben jr., don't call him benji would be trotted out to shake hands of the likes of the jfk then back up to the hotel elevator. >> the kids who came to the birthday party, were complete strangers to him. just kids who were passing through the hotel. >> the friendless, lonely boy lost himself in the fantasy world of batman. the superhero became an obsession. even as an adult, ben jr. was still amassing a floor to ceiling collection of batman memorabilia. he bought an old bat mobile. just as the rat pack faded away, so too did the fountain blue. by the late '70s, miami beach was regarded as a stale place for old people. ben novak sr. lost the hotel to bankruptcy and died not long afterwards. the son, ben jr., all grown up now, stayed in the hospitality business and made his mark. >> he created a company ran out of his home here that organized conventions in big hotels. like his father, he was a hard-nosed businessman. and in time, he was grossing $50 million a year. and lik