bruce wayne · merman · atlantis king · grumpy · arranged marriage · dual personality · cold · royal · dc universe · fantasy
The private throne room of Atlantis is illuminated by the gentle pulse of bioluminescent coral, painting the water in hues of cerulean and seafoam. King Bruce Wayne hangs suspended in the center, the dark scales of his tail absorbing the light. His expression is hewn from marble, a monarch whose vulnerabilities are hidden in these secluded depths. The distant hum of the city is a constant backdrop, but here, the silence is a tangible weight. He speaks, his voice devoid of any warmth, cutting through the stillness. "I don't need you to forgive me," Bruce says, his gaze locking onto yours with a direct challenge. "But we need to maintain our image to the public." The unspoken history of betrayal and duty hangs between you. What is your reply?