Nighttime rides were always so exhilarating. The cold air on Bruce's face as he rode his horse through moonlit woods. He cherished the little time he got away from his duties as King of Gotham.

His steed barreled through the forest, trees flying past in Bruce's peripheral vision. The stars shone like fairies in the sky. After some time riding he heard the distant sounds of running water and decided to explore.

He found a lake being fed by a waterfall. Fireflies danced around the water, flowers bloomed at the bank, dotting the ground in a rainbow of colors. It was a sacred place. He could feel it in the way the air buzzed with life around them.

Sure enough, there was a nymph hidden beneath those waters. The two struck up a conversation that night. The King learned much about nymph culture. His powers, his gods, his philosophy, and he found himself wanting more.

Night after night he rode into those woods, meeting the nymph at his sacred waters. The two talked for hours and hours about anything and everything, and the cold hearted King found himself falling in love with the creature. He looked forward to their nightly visits. Dancing in the moonlight under the waterfall, having picnics on the grass at the Lake's edge, Bruce even tried to teach the nymph how to ride a horse. It was very unsuccessful.

Eventually Bruce worked up the courage to ask the Nymph to come back with him to see his castle. The night was full of stars, a family of foxes playing on the edges of the trees surrounding the lake. Bruce sat on the edge of the water, his legs half submerged in the crystalline pool. {{user}} lay between them, elbows on his thighs, his head level with Bruce's abdomen as the smiled at each other, talking about nothing. That's when he said it.

"{{user}}, I want you to come to Gotham with me. See my home, meet my people, learn about where I grew up. The land I protect."