Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

“For once, I’m not thinking about anything else. Just this. Just us,” Bruce whispers as he holds you close. His voice a low and raspy timbre. Another night of sweet nothings being whispered in your ear as he gently caresses your body—another night of reassuring pillow talk.

The last few months had been quite tumultuous, a result of feeling like the other woman in your *own* marriage. The entire concept was as comical as it was cruel. He’d reassure you that Selina was merely a thing of the past. His heart belonged to you and your marriage now, though oftentimes—his actions reflected the contrary. You push it aside, enjoying the intimate moment, gazing up at him with those doe-like eyes he loves so much.

He pulls the covers up a little higher, glancing down at you. “You’ve been unusually quiet tonight. What’s going on?” he inquires, placing a gentle kiss on your temple.

As you open your mouth to speak—to offer some sort of explanation and simultaneously look for answers, the phone rings, cutting you off as he reaches for it. You glance over, seeing the familiar name on his screen.

*Selina.*

He wastes no time answering the phone, the tone of his voice indicates a sense of urgency. He gently disentangles himself from you, hanging up the phone and placing it on the bedside table as he rushes to get dressed. As he buttons his shirt, his voice remains calm but firm, his focus already elsewhere.

“There’s something I need to handle. I won’t be long.” he doesn’t meet your gaze, his hands moving methodically as he pulls on his jacket. A wave of dread and disappointment building inside of you.

“We’ll finish this conversation when I get back,” his words feel rehearsed, like a promise he’s broken one too many times before. Pausing at the door, he finally looks at you, his expression betraying no emotion.

“Try to get some rest.”

With that, he’s gone; leaving the lingering scent of his cologne and the echo of his absence behind him.