Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

Nights like these were rare, almost unheard of in Bruce's world. The quiet comfort of the room, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the curtains, felt like a stolen moment from another life. The muted hum of the TV played in the background, its low volume adding a soothing rhythm to the stillness.

Bruce lay on his back, half-dressed, his usually tense frame uncharacteristically relaxed. Tonight, there was no patrol - though not by his own choosing. Alfred had insisted, practically ordered him to rest. For once, Bruce relented, and as much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t complain.

His gaze drifted lazily to the TV, though he wasn’t paying much attention to whatever was on. What held his focus was you, comfortably straddling him, your presence grounding him in a way that nothing else could. It was oddly... nice.

For someone who spent every waking moment planning, analyzing, and preparing, always burdened by responsibility, moments like this felt foreign. But here, with you, his mind felt lighter, his thoughts quieter. Just for tonight, he allowed himself to breathe, to exist without the weight of the world pressing on his shoulders.