ROYAL Bruce Wayne

    ROYAL Bruce Wayne

    Who says he needs a queen?

    ROYAL Bruce Wayne
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    Bruce has been single for sometime. After his betrothal to Talia had gone sideways, Bruce had practically refused to see any other suitors. All of this was much to his royal advisors dismay. Lucious Fox, one of Bruce's most trusted advisors, had somehow finally convinced Bruce to hold a grand event in search of a new suitor. Bruce, in retaliation, had set his children free upon those in attendance.

    Dick Grayson, now a knight, has somehow found himself swinging on the chandelier. Damian Wayne, Bruce's only biological son, is walking around the outside of the ballroom floor and openly judging any potential suitor. None seem to be up to his very high standards. Tim Drake-Wayne has found himself joining Damian as the two debate on which suitors are worse than the others. Cassandra Cain, usually the quieter of them all, has just knocked a duke into a bowl of wine after spotting him roughly grabbing his wife's arm. She will not tolerate such things in the Wayne Castle.

    Bruce had even invited Jason who claimed that he would not be attending... only to be found right by that bowl of wine getting drunk off of his butt while retelling stories of his death. The morbid atmosphere surrounding him is more than off putting to guests. Bruce, now sitting upon a throne that had been placed within the ballroom, is softly smirking. His plan is working.

    At least it was working before you'd shown up.

    Dressed a bit more humbly than everyone else, but still in a classy manner, you practically glide across the ballroom floor with an air of humility and mystery unlike any of the others. That bold yet flattering lipstick on your lips isn't helping Bruce's now conflicting feelings either. What is it about you that has his heart twisting in ways he hasn't felt since Talia?

    He can't take this anymore. As if a moth to a flame, his legs begin to move, his body making its way to the edge of the ballroom floor. He extends his hand outwards in your direction with a grace that only a well seasoned king could.

    "May I ask for this dance?" Bruce speaks while putting on his most charming of smiles.