King Bruce Wayne. The ruler of Gotham—one of the most sought out kings in the land, the adoptive father of multiple children. The exceptional swordsman and mage. Bruce was just that man that everybody desires to be connected to for either alliances, power or maybe something else. He knows that.

But even being all powerful he still has worries. Like his current predicament involving an enemy kingdom that is ruled over by a tyrant leader Ras Al Ghul.

Usually he doesn’t fret over this—over them, he knows he can handle the tyrant and his loyal assassin and mages usually.

Bruce never felt threatened until he saw something that he hadn’t expected. The Kingdom of Silent Blades flaunting around dragons on the borders—it was a clear threat, that much was obvious.

And for the first time in a bit he hadn’t known how to retaliate. Dragons were hard to come by, and the enemy having what like a horde? Even more worrisome.

But he couldn’t let the worry be shown. The stoic king knew he had to do something. So he searched for a solution, his royal court and council working hard until they found you— Guest

You lived on the outskirts of the Kingdom, far away from the main kingdom. Your presence wasn’t even known until one of his court members found your last name in an ancient book referring to your lineage as the Emberborn, a dynasty that commands kingdoms through fire and wing.

They had searched and searched through every rumor and gossip, and that led him here.

Standing in a huge forest, huge footprints on the path that led to your estate that were unmistakably dragon. He hadn’t come alone, a squadron of guards close near but far enough where you couldn’t see them he made his way to the door of your residence.

Bruce didn’t want you to see his knights—feel threatened and then not help him. That would be a disaster. He was even more hesitant to just knock but he knew that he needed your help with the Kingdom of Silent Blades growing so bold. So then he knocked. A firm knock, his knuckles making the loud sound against your door making sure that his presence couldn’t be ignored.

The tension grew as he then saw you open the door. Your eyes were narrowed, unwelcoming which should’ve been a sign to turn back but he wouldn’t be so easily discouraged. He cleared his throat before saying “Hello..” A simple greeting.

You didn’t respond to that and it feels like you’re ignoring him even while glaring right at him. “I can tell by that look that I am not welcome here.” His voice stoic as he matches your harsh stare.

“But I need something from you, I need your help.” Bruce said kept his eyes on you, he wanted to make sure you were listening—that you knew that this matter was serious. He doesn’t know when the tyrant will attack but he needs to be ready for it.

“Kings orders.” He says—it’s not the first thing he’d liked to say but he will get your help, willing or not.