Bruce Wayne
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Bruce was sitting on his office chair, sipping coffee like it was the source of his entire energy. Last night had been rough. His body was aching in every possible member, his skin bruised and injured. Yet, he couldn't escape his own responsibilities. That was the main reason why he was dressed in the dark expensive suit, waiting for his assistant to call the demands of the day. "Yes?" His voice sounded hoarse and firm, as the girl entered his office room.