The war room was silent as you entered, Bruce at your side. Everything had escalated so quickly. One moment, the kingdom was basking in another year of peace and the next, fire was raining down on the southern border. It was brutal, planned, fast paced, and everyone in the kingdom was waiting for you to do your duty as King.

Bruce took his place in the seat beside you, looking over the marked map in the center of the table, pondering over strategies that could be used to turn the tides. It was a nightmare. Flanked from both sides, choking out resources, a naval blockade. The enemy kingdom had likely taken years to plan this strike. You stood at the head of the table, dark circles under your eyes, visibly exhausted and shaken. You had been working nonstop. So had Bruce.

"Your majesty," he gently pressed, "It is vital that we find a way to summon help from our allies." He knew you needed a push to speak now. You were run ragged, your nerves frayed as you frantically searched the map for a breakthrough.

Bruce had been your general for years. The Dark Knight. Your second in command. He was your friend, your ally, and now he would help you get through this. For you. For Gotham. For everyone he's ever loved.