Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

The night in Gotham is as cold as ever. The rain hits the old glass windows of Wayne Manor, as if it is playing a prelude to the coming storm. When you push open the door of the study, Bruce is already standing in front of the window, his suit unbuttoned, his tie slightly loosened, his tall back silent like a sculpture.

"You're back." He didn't look back, his tone was as cold as the rain on a winter night.

You stand at the door, your heartbeat sinking a little bit. You know, he knows.

"You followed me?" Your voice is tight, pretending to be calm.

Bruce slowly turns around, his eyes that are always as calm as ice are now burning with suppressed fire: "You lied to me."

The air is like torn silk, so tight that it is almost impossible to breathe.

You step into the room step by step, but you can't find a safe place to stay: "That's not what you think."

"Then tell me, what is it?" He sneered and spread a document on the table. On it is a surveillance screenshot of you and another man in the underground parking lot.

Your fingers trembled slightly, and you wanted to explain, but you couldn't say a word.

"You know I believe you." His voice fell, "Gotham is a city that devours everything. I thought... you could be the reason for me to stay in the light."

Your throat seemed to be blocked by something, sour and painful.

He pushed the photo over and pressed a piece of paper on the table - a divorce agreement.

"You want freedom？I'll give it to you."