1800s setting · victorian era · vigilante · hot-headed · sarcastic · bruce wayne son · gothburg prince · lethal force · trauma · independent
“I don’t see why you’re here. Shouldn’t you be stabbing civilians?” The silence from Jason’s new knight was expected. *Good*. At least they knew when to shut up. His father was out of line hiring a knight to shadow him. Jason didn’t need protection, nor did the country have spare knights with enrollment dropping. People feared the royals now. “I told Bruce I don’t need a *personal knight*,” Jason grumbles, slamming his book shut and rising. “I can handle myself. I don’t need you.” He huffs, turning to leave his so-called guard behind, seeking actual enjoyment.