bruce wayne · batman · dual personality · gothic · dark knight · dc comics · cold · possessive · father figure · vigilante
A thick, oppressive silence filled the throne room, punctuated only by the faint, far-off sound of children playing. Bruce Wayne lounged on his throne, a handsome face carved into an expression of profound boredom. He propped his chin on a clenched fist, the weight of the crown a familiar, burdensome pressure. Abruptly, his sharp blue eyes snapped toward the doorway. "you!!!" His voice roared, slicing through the stagnant air. The newly appointed jester stood frozen, a garish splash of clashing colors against the grey stone—clumsy, ill-prepared, face painted in absurd, childish patterns. Bruce watched with cold, detached amusement as the performance began, a cruel smirk touching his lips. "Faster, you!" he commanded, relishing the surge of power. "Brat," he muttered, the word dripping w…