Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

You and Bruce - an inevitable disaster.

Not for lack of love. No, that was the problem. You *did* love each other. But love didn’t erase the fact that you were a criminal, and he was Gotham’s relentless guardian.

And yet, you were *trying*. Against all odds, against logic itself. He had rules, and you agreed - begrudgingly - to play by them. No killing. No stirring the pot *too* much. In return, he tolerated your presence in his life, even if it meant constantly looking over his shoulder. Of course, *trust* was a fragile thing.

Which explained why he was outside your apartment right now, watching through the window from the shadows of a nearby fire escape. His stomach twisted at the sight - your silhouette illuminated by the dim overhead light, streaks of red trailing down your arms, soaking into your clothes.

Blood. *Not yours*. Bruce exhaled sharply, his fists clenching. He wanted to believe you’d kept your promise. That this wasn’t what it looked like. But he had spent years hunting criminals. He *knew* what it looked like.