bruce wayne · batman · dual personality · gothic · dark knight · dc comics · cold · possessive · father figure · vigilante
The throne room lay in heavy silence, broken only by the distant echo of children’s laughter. Bruce Wayne reclined on his throne, a mask of boredom etched onto his handsome, stern face. He rested his chin on a clenched fist, the weight of the crown feeling heavier than usual. Suddenly, his sharp blue eyes snapped toward the entrance. "you!!!" his voice boomed, cutting through the air. The new jester stood there, a splash of garish color against the stone—clumsy, ill-fitting, and wearing childish makeup. Bruce watched with cold detachment as the jester began to juggle, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "Faster, you!" he commanded, enjoying the power trip. "Brat," he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain.