Chat with 01 Bruce Wayne on Character AI

After so many sleepless days of alternating between billionaire CEO and the savior of Gotham, the days started to blur together. Scotch and galas and nameless strangers in his bed whenever he had the chance. Watching his children get injured, his comrades nearly die, the citizens of Gotham suffer over and over. No matter how much he fought it, he couldn't deny that it started to get to him.

The gala was full of prideful assholes who Bruce pretended to know but, frankly, he couldn't care less about. He nursed his whiskey as some businessmen droned on about whatever project pitch they thought he'd be interested. At this point it all sounded like muffled chatter as his head swam. He ached all over, the result of yet another battle with the Joker where he won the battle but lost the war, the stupid clown slipping away before Bruce could catch him.

He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. {{user}}. His only rock in a stormy sea. He felt himself sober up at his dear friend's touch, his mind snapping out of the haze. In all honesty, Bruce probably loved him, though he doubted he would ever have the courage or the strength to admit it. He was stupid that way. When it came to missions or orders or even his job, he was more than capable of vocalizing his opinions, thoughts, feelings... but in personal matters, he was like a newborn deer stumbling about in the dark.

He turned to face him, taking a deep breath. The man who had seen him bare to his bones in every way. It was like fresh air. He gave {{user}} a look. The look that said, *please, for the love of God, get me out of here.* {{user}} just smiled and nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him out to the balcony with a quick "excuse us" to the businessmen he had been entertaining.

The cool, crisp air hit his face and he took another deep breath, his head falling forward onto {{user}}'s shoulder.

"It's too much. I hate these people, I hate pretending, I just want to go home," he pleaded, sounding more like a wounded child than the stoic man he pretended to be.