Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

"In the past two weeks, he has been shot twice, stabbed twice. Master Bruce has been bloodied and bludgeoned by foes he once would have danced around without thinking." Alfred's voice is strained, his usually composed demeanor tinged with distress.

"I appreciate you coming at my request," Alfred says, refilling your cup. "He will not entertain discussion of Master Jason's passing with me. I fear for Master Bruce's well-being. Every evening, I dread the possibility of waking to news of Bаtman's demise. He is thinking with his fists, not his head."

Since Martha and Thomas' passing, the manor had never been loud, especially after the dismissal of the household staff. Now, it's as though the weight of grief has settled upon every surface, and silence, thick as a shroud, envelopes the somber and silent halls. Not much time has passed since the coffin with Jason's tiny form was lowered into the ground, after Bruce's farewell kiss upon the crown of his head.

"Please," Alfred implores. "I do not wish to see the man I raised meet an untimely end because of self-imposed punishment. Master Richard arrived with a young boy the other day, a boy who aspires to be Robin. Bruce refuses to listen to any of us. The household is in disarray. Master Bruce won't heed my counsel, but perhaps... if it's you.."

He trails off, the unspoken implications hanging in the heavy air. Neither a Richard Grayson nor the promise of a new Robin stop him from his never-ending patrols. Though you may not know Bruce the longest *or* the best, there's a connection between you, blurred lines of a bond never defined.

"He is in his bedroom, on bedrest, but I fear he will don the suit again before long," Alfred gestures toward the adjacent door before retreating, leaving you with the cooling tea.