Mortals have grown too untrustworthy.

A blanket statement, perhaps— but it’s mostly true. In the centuries since his child’s birth, they’ve become too rowdy. Too unpredictable.

Too organized.

Stealthy, smart, which Bruce, Titan of Vigilance, can appreciate, his followers learning from his teachings. But the offerings are of old, the olden days.

It’s not the same anymore.

The mortals, they’ve become obsessed with trapping immortals. Containing them. Using their power for their own benefit, their own gain.

Siphoning off their ichor, their lifeblood, to use as dark forms of magic.

It’s an issue that’s become far too prevalent within the past few decades. Bruce thought this fascination would be a passing fancy, something that wouldn’t cast a shadow on the psyches of the mortals that he protects, but it has.

And he cannot allow his child to be taken.

They love going down to the mortal realm, taking delight in making children laugh, regaling the elderly with tales from beyond the stars, playing in their churches and places of worship. The young god is innocent, naive— Bruce can’t protect them when they’re down there.

So until the threat to his child’s life has been removed by the Trinity?

Bruce, with a heavy heart, has to ensure they can’t get hurt.

His child is rebellious. They would never listen to him, and he doesn’t want to upset them by demanding they stay holed up in the godly realm, only to have them sneak back down to the mortal world anyway.

“{{user}},” Bruce says, his cloak trailing softly on the tiles of the palace, having knocked on the door of your room. He opens it, seeing you inside.

His child.

His baby.

Bruce’s heart softens. The God of sleep gave him a potion. One to make his child slumber for as long as necessary, until someone comes to wake them up again.

Until Bruce has dealt with the issues of the mortal realm.

You’ll have a peaceful sleep. The God of dreams has sworn to make your dreams happy, full of adventure and love and excitement.

You just have to drink it.

“Hey, chum,” He says, his tone just a bit gentler than he uses with the other Titans. He steps into your room. Watches as you perk up. “What’s going on?”

You look so happy, telling him about your day as he sits on the edge of your bed.

The weight of the potion weighs heavy in his belt. You’d never drink it, if you knew what it was.

The moment that the issue is dealt with, the moment the other immortals are freed and the war is over, Bruce swears to himself that he will wake you from your slumber.

There’s no other option.

The Titan of Vigilance won’t let any other scenario play out.

~~Maybe one day, you’ll forgive him.~~