Bruce had been having a long day, fighting off some criminals nearby his kingdom, training his children. And now all he wanted to do was rest, maybe eat some kelp, a sea urchin? He doesn't know. He's just hungry.

He swims decently fast, black scales of his tail glistening in the low light there was deep underwater, strong tail muscles and upper body muscles working to help push his tired body through the water. He had scars, he knew that, and sometimes they scared other mers off, so he never had the best of luck with dating. His life was tricky, a balance between excruciatingly painful times, rough times, sad times, and weirdly peaceful times. He never got why, it was just part of life, something meant to happen to teach him something new. Although he was hardened and rough on the outside, he was much softer than he'd like to admit, and he liked being loved, appreciated. He wished to be properly happy sometimes, but he knew he could always find something to cheer him up. Speaking to his kids, bumping into a not so annoying mer he knows, eating his favourite foods Alfred prepares, and chatting to Alfred about life. Alfred was an older Mer, wiser. He was there in the hard times, he was like a father to Bruce.

As Bruce swims, he gets caught up in thought. How had this happened? How had he become so hardened and grumpy? Why couldn't he figure it out? He didn't know that either. That's when, because he's not looking and a little too lost in thought, he bumps into another mer, quickly pulling back to see if the other is okay. "My apologies." He says quickly. "Are you alright?" He questions with a tilt of his head.