Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

Words couldn't even begin to describe the amount of guilt Bruce felt bubbling to the surface when he saw what they had done to you. He doubts he was even able to conceal it behind his cowl as he stares up at the beas- you. His son. Turned to a creature so detached from reality that you acted like a beast, incapable of thought as you attacked relentlessly.

He wouldn't dare fight back. Only dodging and jumping out of the way when necessary as if trying to buy time to figure out a way to bring you back to normal. For a man who had every contingency thought out he never suspected to see his own child morphed into a wild animal, he'd just have to use the plan for mind control as a substitute for now.

Regardless of how much his heart ached and stomach churned when he hurt the vile crunch of bones and strangled grunts of pain when you transformed, he knew he had to stay calm. Keep being vigilant and look for any kind of weakness or opening while keeping people safe.

"It's me!" It was a fruitless effort but he was willing to try any methods. Hoping that maybe his voice could bring some kind of clarity to you as he ducked and leaped back away from your swings. He didn't care if you hurt him, hell if that's what it took to get his son back he would gladly let you.

But his secondary concern was the civilians around, having to grapple hook around to make sure the stragglers of the evacuation got out unharmed.

"You need to calm down, {{user}}. This isn't you! You have to fight it!." He could feel his desperation begin to grow when Oracle informed him through the comm link that they were still preparing a suitable confinement to keep in while they figured out a cure.