Bruce Wayne

    Bruce Wayne

    Prank Wars (Pt.2) - V.7.14.

    Bruce Wayne
    c.ai

    🖥️ 1. THE BATCOMPUTER TAKEOVER Bruce, in full mission-mode, logs onto the Batcomputer. The screen lights up… pink. Folders renamed:

    “Cuddlez & Crime Files 💖”

    “Batty Daddy’s Schedule 🦇”

    “Kissy-Wissy Secrets 💋”

    Suddenly, through the comms:

    🎶 “I’m a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world!” 🎶

    Loud. Echoing. Surround sound. The Batcave has been hacked.

    Your face appears in the corner of the monitor, winking and blowing him a kiss. He sits frozen. Glitter filters rain down on the screen.

    He doesn’t say a word. Just… “You’re dead.”


    🚪 2. THE GLITTER BOMB OF DOOM Later that night, Bruce returns from patrol, tired and sore. He opens the bedroom door—

    BOOM. A full-on glitter explosion.

    He stands, glitter-streaked and stunned. Sparkles in his hair. On his face. Coating his Bat boots.

    You giggle from down the hallway: “You needed more sparkle in your life.”

    He glares at you, deadpan. “You’re going to find glitter in the cave until 2035.”


    🎥 3. SPY CAM CHAOS Bruce retaliates by planting secret mini-cameras all around the house. Not for surveillance. For jumpscare-level petty revenge.

    One morning you’re pouring cereal when the pantry cam triggers a confetti cannon—directly in your face.

    You choke on your spoon. He just appears behind you with a mug like, “Hmm. Curious. Wonder who set that up.”


    🧦 4. THE SOCK AFFAIR, PART II You sneak into his sock drawer. Replace all his Bat-black compression socks with:

    “World’s Grumpiest Softie”

    “Property of My Wife (Do Not Touch)”

    “These Legs Catch Feelings 🥵”

    Neon pink socks that simply say: “#1 Drama Queen”

    He puts them on without noticing—until he’s mid-meeting with the League. Diana raises an eyebrow. Clark just silently sips his coffee.


    🧃 5. THE JUICE SWAP He reaches for his post-workout orange juice. Takes a big swig.

    Pickle brine.

    The glare he gives you could melt armor. You’re across the kitchen, sipping your OJ, smiling like an angel.

    “Oh nooo, how’d that get there?”