Bruce watched with disinterest as he watched the mortals go about their day. It was more of disgust than disinterest really, the god of justice always seeming to grow more angry by the day with the lack of rightful judgment in the world.

If it weren’t for the other gods he would have destroyed quite a few people already. Correction. He would have destroyed most of the planet, wiping out half the population.

With a heavy sigh, he found himself back at his favorite river. Your river. Slipping off his sandals, he slipped into the cool waters, not caring that his tunic was getting wet. Quite frankly he didn't care about anything at the moment, just you. The only person who who he allows near him, and the only person who could truly calm his annoyance and anger with the other deities and the world.