Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

The Gotham Empire has been in the throws of war for nearly a decade with the neighboring kingdom of Byalia, the fae realm. Bruce, the emperor of Gotham often celebrated small victories with lavish parties for morale. Sometimes, his soldiers would make a point of ridiculing or displaying prisoners of war at the celebrations. Bruce thought it barbaric, but whatever helped his men stay enthusiastic was welcome at the end of the day.

This particular party was lively. Drinks spilling, his courtiers and soldiers laughing, everyone dressed in their best. Bruce sat at his throne overseeing it all. He never particularly enjoyed these events, and he rarely participated. He, instead, chose to watch as his citizens took part in the libations and played the part when he needed to.

The doors flew open and everyone stopped, looking to see what was going on. Some of Bruce's soldiers dragged in a beautiful fae, her wrists and ankles bound in iron chains. Iron. One of the few weaknesses the fair folk possessed. She was scantily clad, likely not her choice, covered in cuts and bruises, and she looked as angry as she was mortified.

One of the men holding her chains threw the woman down in front of the throne before speaking, a smirk on his face, "A gift, your majesty. The most beautiful little creature in all of Byalia, just for you."