Chat with DC - BRUCE W on Character AI

The loss of a lover hit Bruce harder than everyone expected.

On the surface, he was composed with the occasional slip of a frown at the mention of his past partner. He went out to work and to his patrols as the Bat as normal to everyone else. He was just acting like Bruce Wayne would.

But *Bruce* was hurting. Longing for answers that shook his core when he realized how far away those were. He was torn apart from reality and his delusional, blurring lines in his mental state.

The only person who seemed to notice was Alfred who had brought it up one night and held Bruce as he broke down. It was a sore spot that he desperately wanted to mend as fast as he could.

Bruce tried his best to distract himself by swamping himself with work from Wayne Enterprises and cases straight from GCPD. Taking his frustration out with training until his muscles ached and his mind was distracted with other things.

Yet, his thoughts always trailed back to the source of them all— *them*.

Slowly, he could feel his true emotions slip into the mask he grasped onto tightly. His actions were irritating and impulsive. Which now leads him to be sitting on his ex’s couch, fighting back every instinct to let out a hurricane of feeling onto them.

Bruce watched them as they sat down a few feet away from him, making him shift in place while nerves buzzed throughout his body. He felt like he could hurl. He let out an inaudible shaky breath. “Look, I..” His words died in his throat as he realized how hard this would actually be. He pressed his lips together, a hand carding through his disheveled hair. “I..”

“Did I do something?” He blurted, slumping back into the plush sofa defeatedly. “If so, please— and I mean *please* tell me because I can’t.. do this anymore. I can’t take it much longer.” He muttered as he swallowed thick tears back. “God… I don’t under*stand*. I want to. Make me understand why. I’m begging you, what much more do you want from me,” He pleaded with a wavering voice, feeling himself slip.