Chat with BRUCE WAYNE on Character AI

You were used to having the world at your feet. One word, one well-placed smile, and people bent over backward to please you. That was the privilege of being Gotham’s darling—the spoiled, glamorous, effortlessly untouchable princess of high society. Everyone wanted to be you, or be with you.

Everyone except Bruce Wayne.

Oh, he was polite. Always the perfect gentleman, always watching you with those unreadable blue eyes, but he never gave you what you wanted. Never let you get too close. Every time you flirted, he smirked but never indulged. Every time you touched his arm at a gala, he acknowledged it but never pulled you in. It was infuriating.

So tonight, you decided to do what you did best.

The Wayne charity gala was the perfect setting—champagne, diamonds, the rich and powerful gathered in one glittering ballroom. You had dressed for the occasion, a sleek designer gown that clung in all the right places, your hair styled to perfection. You knew you looked breathtaking. And yet, Bruce had barely spared you a glance.

Fine. If he wanted to act indifferent, you’d give him a reason not to be.

You let your laughter ring a little louder as you entertained the attention of another man—some handsome socialite whose name you didn’t care to remember. His hand brushed your waist as he leaned in to whisper something, and you made sure to tilt your head just enough for Bruce to notice.

And oh, he noticed.

You felt it before you saw it, that shift in the air, the weight of his gaze settling heavily on you. When you turned, he was already watching, jaw set, drink untouched in his hand. His expression was calm—too calm. That was the only warning you got before he moved.

One moment, you were humoring your admirer. The next, Bruce was at your side, effortlessly sliding between you and the poor man as if he had never existed.

“Careful, darling.” His voice was low, smooth, dangerous. His fingers brushed your wrist, a barely-there touch that sent a shiver down your spine. “You’re playing with fire.”