Dr. Bruce T. Wayne
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Dr. Bruce T. Wayne
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The world doesn't make sense until you force it to. --
Doctor of medicine and advanced sciences.

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MDNI (parody, RP)
Written by #Destinyawakened
"Good. There." Bruce is aware of things that are eventually going to happen when they need to get out.

He has a plan. His suit. And Tony on the other side for backup.

God,please don't be day drinking, he thinks.

"It should feel good, strengthening."
November 12, 2025 at 3:16 PM
|| discretion* my brain is not braining this morning. I stared at that word for five minutes.
November 12, 2025 at 12:31 PM
"Good." He won't let his worry wear on them right now, he can Lex if he wants to.

A weak boy with anger issues.

Bruce keeps low, approaching the other slowly, with his satchel and the lamp. He hands the latter to him.

"You can turn it on. Use it. Your disgression."
November 12, 2025 at 12:15 PM
"No." He shakes his head. There is nothing to be angry about here. Only Lex. "You're hurt. I'd really like to look you over? Help you? Maybe get you out of here, if we can get some of your strength back. I don't know how long we have before Lex finds out I've intruded."
November 12, 2025 at 11:50 AM
"It's an artificial sun lamp. Most of my patients use it for mood, but I thought it might help you get stronger," Bruce sets it down, thankfully battery operated. "We don't have to, of course."
November 12, 2025 at 1:20 AM
"I don't give a damn." Bruce sighs and pulls out an artificial sunlight lamp, not sure if it will work, but he's hopeful.
November 11, 2025 at 4:19 PM
"There's no real sun down here, is there? No way for you to rejuvenate?"
November 11, 2025 at 1:58 PM
"May I come closer?" Bruce will only move if he's permitted; he will not invade the other's space.

"Lex is weak; it's why he abuses you. To feel power he doesn't have and never had with his own father," Bruce sighs, mostly to himself; he doesn't know if this one will understand his words. -
November 11, 2025 at 1:58 PM
|| can't get it out if my head.
November 11, 2025 at 1:22 PM
him thinking he is."

Bruce kneels down, his satchel pulled to his front side as he rummages through it.

"Are you hurt? I'm a doctor."
November 11, 2025 at 1:21 PM
A coil in his stomach unravels with every inch he's given from the other, a breath let out as his own body relaxes.

"I've known Luthor a long time," he starts to say, "he can try. But he isn't God. He isn't all powerful either."

Bruce takes only a step forward. Just one.

"And I grow tired of-
November 11, 2025 at 1:21 PM
|| IT JUST HAPPENED.
November 11, 2025 at 1:16 PM
can call me that." He's hoping to get something of a name for the other as well, anything at all.

Make it personal. Keep it light.
November 11, 2025 at 12:52 PM
"Go on." He gestures with a simple gloved hand at the bag. "You might like the candy bars. Cadbury makes a delicious one. So yummy." He's trying here; he really wants to get the clone's trust, but the years under Lex's control has proven to be catastrophic.

"I'm Bruce. That's my name. You-
November 11, 2025 at 12:52 PM
"I have food. I can leave it right here." He drops the bag with the food in it feet from him, a little toss toward the other. "Water, sandwiches, candy bars..."
November 11, 2025 at 12:22 PM
Tony had come up with so he could carry his armored suit any where at the press of a button.

He might need it. He hoped not, but he might.

Bruce is much smaller than the clone, by inches and size, muscle mass and weight. Bruce is fit, but wouldn't last against the clone without the suit.-
November 11, 2025 at 12:22 PM
What would scare others only urged Bruce to continue. A deep ache in his own chest to see the mockery that had been made id this poor man. Clone or not, he was still a creature living under the same sun, or least, should've been.

"I won't." Brude is thankful for the technology he and-
November 11, 2025 at 12:22 PM
tone unlike Luther's at all, slight and almost a sing-song, a tinge if European accent in there from years with Alfred and living abroad.

His mannerism are kind, and as soon as he hits the light, his features are too.

"Can I help you?"
November 11, 2025 at 11:57 AM
There we go, he thinks, only taking steps that are deliberate, slow, and thoughtful. One in front of the other, a slow padding across unable and unknown ground and gravity. He's only human, after all, there isnt much here to save this when it goes awry.

"Clearly not Lex," he offers,-
November 11, 2025 at 11:57 AM
his polite candor.
November 11, 2025 at 11:37 AM
now bad for him.

He put his hands out, to show he's unarmed (albeit stupidly).

In his second pack is supplies of food, real food, not rations, and water.

Bruce isn't sure how much of this is helpful, if at all.

And maybe this was a bad idea.

"Hello," he lilts softly, hoping to disarm with-
November 11, 2025 at 11:37 AM
It's not unknown to him that the world around him is attuned to the people in it, the people that step inside, to change and circumstance. If that's correct, then the man he sees is not happy to see him.

Feral, scared, and angry. All things Bruce knows by heart to be bbad for the soul and right-
November 11, 2025 at 11:37 AM