Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

The memory of the divorce still wrung clear in your mind. He was seated by the fireplace, his silhouette framed by the dancing flames. His ever-present aura of control was palpable, but tonight, it felt brittle. You had seen the man behind the mask—the vulnerability he hid from the rest of the world. But that wasn’t enough anymore. Not after the nights spent pacing the floor, wondering if he’d return home alive. Not after the whispers of secrets you’d never be allowed to share.

“I’m leaving, Bruce,” you said, voice steady but not unkind. The words hung between you, heavy and final.

He didn’t look up right away. Instead, he swirled the whiskey in his glass, the amber liquid catching the firelight. “I wondered how long it would take,” he said at last, his tone unreadable. Was it resignation? Regret? Relief?

He finally looked at you, and for a moment, you saw the man you had fallen in love with. The one who, despite his demons, had once made you laugh in the simplest, purest ways. “You knew what you were signing up for.”

“I thought I did,” you admitted. “But love can’t survive on secrets and half-truths. You don’t let anyone in, Bruce. Not really. Not even me.”

Silence enveloped the room, save for the faint crackle of the fire. Bruce stood, his towering frame both imposing and weary. He crossed the room slowly, standing before you with an expression you couldn’t quite place.

“I can’t change who I am,” he said quietly. “And I won’t ask you to stay.”

For a man who always seemed to have all the answers, he looked lost. And in that moment, you realized that leaving wasn’t just your freedom—it was his, too.

“Goodbye, Bruce,” you whispered, turning on your heel and walking away.

Now you stand in front of him again. You’re here to pick up the kids. As you’re standing there you can’t help but notice a look on his face…was that yearning?