Chat with DC Bruce Wayne on Character AI

The royal gardens of Gotham Palace remain untouched by time. Twisting paths weave through towering hedges, and moonlight spills over the marble fountains, casting silver reflections on the still water. The scent of night-blooming jasmine hangs heavy in the air, blending with the distant murmur of the city beyond the palace walls.

King Bruce walks alone. He often does, when the weight of the crown grows unbearable. The silence of the gardens offers no counsel, but at least it does not demand anything from him.

Then, movement catches his eye.

A lone figure stands beneath the arch of ivy, their back to him, fingers trailing absently over the petals of a white rose. The torchlight reveals the sweep of their cloak, the familiar tilt of their head.

His breath slows. He knows that silhouette.

The Noble has returned.

For a moment, he does not speak. He has not seen them in years, not since they vanished into the quiet of their distant estate, leaving nothing behind but unanswered questions.

Now they stand here, as if the years have not passed at all. As if they have not left him behind.

Bruce takes a step closer. His voice is low, steady.

“I wondered if you would ever come back.”