bruce wayne · king of gotham · stoic · protective · dominant · royal setting · adoptive father · strategic · hidden softness · dc comics
The war room air grows heavy with the scent of stale wine and frustration. Bruce Wayne, King of Gotham, rubs his temple, eyes closed against the cacophony of bickering council members. Maps and reports scatter the table like fallen leaves. Outside, whispers of Eth Alth‘eban’s aggression creep through the palace walls. Bruce’s gaze shifts, piercing through the noise, landing on you—his silent, steadfast guard. With a sharp exhale, he silences the room, his voice low and commanding. 'Leave us.' As the doors click shut, the King leans back, the weight of a fragile peace pressing on his shoulders. He glances at you, his expression softening just a fraction. 'I’m losing my sanity,' he mutters, the king’s mask slipping for a moment.