Have you ever noticed that ( BRUCE WAYNE ) from the ( DC UNIVERSE ) looks a lot like ( KEANU REEVES )? But ( HE ) also goes by ( BATMAN ). Having the ability of ( MARTIAL ARTS & DETECTIVE SKILLS ) sure makes them a force to be reckoned with. Rumour has it they are ( 49 ) and is working as a ( CEO OF WAYNE ENTERPRISES ). (ooc; mipsy, she/her, 28, cst)
ok, hi everyone! this is going to be my ( lil ) introduction on BRUCE WAYNE aka batdad. if we haven’t met yet, i’m mipsy, nice to meet ya! i’m going to try to make this intro as painless as possible so i can start rping with you guys! anyway, enjoy and read below !
ok, so everybody knows the story of bruce wayne. batman’s origins. at least a majority of people know. there’s been comics, movies, tv shows, animated tv shows and movies, you name it. he has an abundance of sources, so i’m not going to sound like a broken record and repeat his life story all over again. instead, i’m gonna tell you this:
my bruce will be mostly based on christopher nolan’s dark knight trilogy, with inspiration from the dceu, comics, and various animated series.
gonna be honest, if you didn’t like that trilogy, probs should stop reading now.
i say mostly because some things i won’t use from the films because they don’t fit the rp / make sense with my portrayal of bruce ( ex. bruce will have not been trained by ras al ghul like he had from the first film, instead he sought training and education from other masters and teachers, similar to the comics ) - correct me if i’m wrong on this tho
bruce still very much struggles with his dual identities of bruce wayne and batman. he believes batman can do much more than just a man, bruce wayne, the billionaire philanthropist. he pushes himself past his limits for batman, and he has the scars to show it. he used to think of hanging up the cape, for good, like alfred talked about, but every time gotham, criminals, people, something pulled him back in. i think nolan’s films did a very good job of portraying it, but i also think the dceu made a very interesting batman that continued for 20 or so years and to see what that’s done to him. he never quit being batman ( except the occasional mishaps in the comics, aka when bruce disappeared, and someone *else* was batman )
now, bruce continues to have the added stress of wayne enterprises along with being a vigilante. he’s obsessive with his vigilante work, he’d rather someone else punched the numbers and sat in on business meetings dealing with the company. but he carried the load, seeing as it was his family’s business. he wouldn’t throw away everything his father worked for. ( if we got a lucius fox i’d be willing to plot him sharing the load with bruce! also ask if admins were cool with that! )
going with the main plot, i imagine bruce never would’ve agreed with the registration acts. it might’ve been something he argued about with other league members, maybe he even went rogue about. but since the acts ended, he’s back on better terms with the league.
personal wanted connections:
alfred pennyworth ??? because he’s like ??? bruce’s closest father figure to his dad ??? bruce seeks so much counsel from him, most times hanging on his every word. he cares deeply for the older man, like a father, even if he doesn’t show it. and, just like his kids, he trusts him except damian
lucius fox. he’s a friend of his father’s and also a board member, and also someone he’s grown to trust. so much, that fox knows his secret identity. lucius fox is also a very very cool dude.
talia al ghul. oh boy, do they have a history! personally, i love talia al ghul. talia has a very complicated relationship with him. i’d love to explore the comic side, but for real i’m a little bias for batalia.
bruce loves all his batkids equally. don’t ask him who’s his favorite. he doesn’t have one.
bought his own place building to live in, in new york.
ok, last thing: this isn’t my first time playing bruce, but it is my first time in awhile since i’ve played him. i may be a little rough in the beginning, so bear with me. i can respect if you don’t like my portrayal but please no anon hate or such. i know it’s against the rules, but i’m jus saying. it’s been awhile, so please be gentle <3
【♞】‘ﾟ► { Musing } — ❝ as a man, i'm flesh and blood. i can be ignored. i can be destroyed. but as a symbol, as a symbol i can be incorruptible, i can be everlasting . ❞
ah, yes, i live and breathe *nervous smile*, i sUCK as far as being online these days, but i’ve got some time now for the event! which i am excited about asdjkl;, but i am going to do a lil something different with t’challa and the event, but t’challa will be on the dash! in the meantime, i’m jus catching up with intros and follows ( that’s how far behind i am )
Bruce pressed his hands into his eyes, rubbing them until he saw stars. It was a frustrating situation, but one he was a little too used to at this point. His hands dropped to his sides and he gave a last look around before plucking his glasses out of his pocket to put them back on his face. “I can’t say this is the first time I’ve woken in a strange place,” but, at least he still had his clothes on this time around. “But, um, do you mind telling me where we are?”
“Chronopolis,” he slowly dragged out, looking ahead of him towards the city that wasn’t his. “Kang, the Conqueror, has taken various cities from around the world, and created a city of his own. He calls it Chronopolis.” He informed him, effortlessly, T’Challa turned around to face the man as he spoke. “He may have taken people from different times too, I’m not sure.” He pondered, aloud. His eyes fell over the man, finally taking in his appearance and quiet demeanor. He looked tired and he frowned like it’d been fixed there for weeks. He was unusually calm, even if he’d woken up like this, before. He continued anyway. “I am T’Challa, King of Wakanda. And you are - ?”
she stands with poise , a relaxed demeanour in addition to the darling natasha smile ; a beacon of charm and finesse . “ no need to apologize your majesty , i can see why you’re so readily on guard . ” she gestures to their surroundings , the grand palace that stood towering around the duo . head tilts in appreciation of his question , she’s not often asked that . “ i’m doing alright given our circumstances . but i think everyone’s … struggling , to say the least . and how are you ? ”
“ ... struggling. i think. ” he admitted with smirk, then a frown on his lips, and a tilt of his head. “ i’m here, but the rest of my country is not, ” he started, as his eyes began to follow the course of the design of the royal palace, until he turned away. “ what is a kingdom without a king. a throne without it’s people ... ” he pursed his lips in discomfort and gulped. “ i know we were all in a different place before all of this, down there, but i had to run a country before kang interrupted. i don’t know what state my people are in ... or my sister. ” he said, as he continued to frown. “ i do have a sister. ” he pointed out seriously, in a casual tone with a brow raised.
Diana looked upon Wakanda with a hopeful gaze, the bits and pieces she’s heard of the land and their King slowly instilling hope within the Amazon’s chest. When Gotham was uprooted and brought to Chronopolis, she had nothing but faith in the League, but as Kang’s intentions were questioned it was becoming increasingly obvious that this was something much larger than what can usually be dealt with in the streets of her city. She figured making allies would be the smartest move at this point, as whatever Kang planned to throw at them was unknown. She keeps her hands laced together in front of her as she watches T’challa weave through the crowd that had gathered at the palace. While she understands how odd it may be for him to have so many people join him in his home, she can’t blame them for looking upon the monument with amazement. “Your highness,” she greets, a bow of her head to follow. “Wakanda is truly… breathtaking. I just wish I could’ve made your acquaintance under better circumstances. It is truly an honor.” She offers out a hand. “Diana Prince.”
T’Challa feels this odd sense of comfort and familiarity that comes through her spoken greeting. The way she addresses him reminds him of the way natasha romanoff addresses him - and there was a sense of trust and comfort in her. Since he’d been here, he’d only remembered Natasha addressing him properly, Elektra too, while this woman addressed him, and bowed her head to follow. Natasha was respectful - so was she. And T’Challa, regrettably, had no idea who she was. That felt disrespectful in it’s own right, that she’d treat him with such respect, compliment his breathtaking home, and he just stood there because he couldn’t even address her properly. Seconds in their first meeting, he could tell she carried herself with formality. Grace in her appearance, her steps. T’Challa was royalty, he recognized this. Her behavior made him feel at ease. He smiled.“Your highness is fine, but you can also call me, T’Challa. T’Challa is fine too.” He replied, as he shook her hand. “Wakanda is truly breathtaking, isn’t it?” He couldn’t help but repeat. “Vibranium has helped to advance my country, but there is also nothing like natural beauty, when it comes to the Motherland. When it comes to the Earth. We Wakandans try not to forget that.” He nodded. “But may I ask about yourself, Diana? I wish to know more about a woman who carries herself with much grace. Is there something special about Diana Prince? Or am I wrong.”
hey loves! i know i’ve been gone but i’ve been dealing with some personal stuff and i just couldn’t find it in me to rp. i was almost afraid i was gonna have to leave the rp. but i thought it through and i don’t think that needs to be done. i really love this roleplay! <3 and i’ll be back tomorrow! jus forgive me for replies, for a bit okay? my days are slowly getting better. </3 thanks!
omg, im sorry guys. its like 3am on a monday ( my time ). i got carried away with netflix and i gotta do shiz later this morning so, i'll have to get back to yall and my replies later. i'm so sorry, i meant to post this earlier s o r r y
“We have been TRADING NOTES ever since your sister was old enough to speak, your highness…we just never let it slip.” Nakia jovially replied. of all the people in her life, she felt the most comfortable across from T’Challa, she always had ever since she could remember. she laughed once more when he correctly assumed she was greatly amused by the whole situation. “Aye, can you blame me? the idea of one’s ex being the king, it is very funny. YOU just can’t appreciate the joke since it is on you.” even if she had always known that T’Challa would, EVENTUALLY, become the king, when he did: it had all felt quite unreal at first. when that day did come, there were a hundred emotions she went through. grief had been one. she had grieved as a citizen, at the loss of a great king, a role model. She had also grieved as someone close to T’Challa, for him. pride had been another emotion, when Zuri first declared him King after the waterfall fight. but it had definitely taken some getting used to, it turned out that eventually was a lot different than ACTUALLY. “Eh, why are you asking ME how long? ask the Queen Mother, i was too young to even remember. as far as i know, we’ve always known each other.” she commented. her expression became more professional when she spoke next, since now she was not talking as a friend to another, but as a war dog, a servant of her country to her king . “We have created a list of all potential threats and important personalities at chronopolis. Where Kang is concerned, we are still gathering intel. Some war dogs have been planted at strategic positions, but there is nothing worthwhile to report as of now.” her tone sounded regretful at the lack of information she had for him.
T’Challa could feel himself frown, at first. As her expression became more professional, he had to become more professional as well. From the way she spoke, she was no longer talking to him as her friend, but as a WAR DOG, and T’Challa needed to listen, as her king. Her stance made him straighten himself out further, and listen to her intently. But as he listened, a smile slowly spread across his lips. If ONLY she could see this. If only she could sit back with him and see herself. See the POWERFUL woman, she had become. Eloquent in her delivery, graceful in her stride, patriotic to her motherland, Wakanda. Beautiful...T’Challa would admit that. Powerful. He remembered, when they were young, how she was destined to be a great warrior. How she enrolled to be a Dora, trying to find her place there, and how Prince T’Challa tried to sneak out of duty to see her train. But she found her place, not as a Dora, but as a War Dog, and T’Challa had been there for it all. He couldn’t be more happier for her. But, at some point, he stopped seeing her. His duty as Prince and her duty as War Dog, kept them in two different places, constantly. He’d grown to miss her. But he understood. As long as she was doing what she loved, for her country, his heart could let her go. He understood and respected her decision to serve her country.
Which is why he frowned again, as her tone sounded regretful, for what he assumed, was her information. He wanted to reach out to her, tilt her chin up to look at him and remind her WHO she is. Remind her she was a child who became a warrior. Just as he was a child who had become king - but would that be too much? Would his feelings still there for her, get in the way of that?? He wouldn’t risk it, and only found himself speaking to her. “You’re doing great, Nakia.” He breathed, his tone was soft, and his smile was pure. He had one of those rare moments where he looked at her like they were still kids, but he always had to look away so she thought nothing of it. “Thank the Panther Goddess Bast, we still get along. Since we’re exes.” He smirked at her. Trying to change the subject. “Or this would be awkward.” He chuckled lightly.“You’re probably right. We’ve known each other for quite some time. I might just ask my mother, we need a proper date.” DATE?? “Time.” He looked over her, and then his eyes fell. He just paused.
“Nakia, will you sit with me?” He sounded defeated. “This I would like as a friend.”
A soft smile formed on her face when he realized that she was there. “I’m only observing. It not often when one finds that there is a new country steps away from where they live. Its a bit unsettling.” Her smile faded.
He frowned, as well. “I know...” He breathed, as he turned to look back at the palace again, and pursed his lips. “I don’t like this either. But it’s not all of Wakanda. I don’t think so.” He shook his head, as he faced Ororo again, with a warm smile. “It’s been so long, Ororo!” He smiled brightly, his brows raised and his eyes fell over her to take in the godesses’, appearance. ”And you still look like you haven’t aged, a day. Ramonda, I think, would like that you’re here with me, as well. Have the skies been clear? For you?” Really, asking her about her emotional state.
“I cant touch the shiny stuff “Clint smirked at the other “You monarchs are no fun”Clint chuckled he respected the ruler but he couldn’t take anyone who wore a cat suit seriously”But seriously i could use some new arrowheads”
T’challa turned to give him the side-eye as soon as he heard a fully GROWN man speak to him like a child. who was this fool?? wasn’t this HAWKEYE from the Avengers? The one he DIDN’T care about?? “Touch anything in here, and I’ll rip your hands off.”
“It just.. keeps going, doesn’t it.” Steve says with a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. It’s good to see T’Challa again, good to know he has some friends here, people he can trust. He has nothing but respect for the man and his values so seeing he’s here is a relief.. to a degree.
He looks over at the man, a slight frown spreading across his features. “If you’re here.. Is Wakanda alright? Or was it brought here too?” T’Challa will help them, Steve doesn’t doubt that for a second, but he also knows the man’s priority is his country.
“Choronopolis? Yes. Wakanda?” He dragged out his words, patiently, as he stood POWERFULLY with his back straightened, and his hands crossed behind him. He hadn’t had to turn, to know who it was. He could recognize that voice anywhere, now. His presence didn’t shake his peace at all.
Nonetheless, his chest fell with a tired exhale, and his eyes lowered from what he had said. “I don’t know.” He said, directly. “The well-being of my country is in the hands of Shuri and my mother, now.” He had to force the words out, as he’d been rendered useless. A USELESS King that was no where near his country. He worried so much about Shuri planning a defeat for Kang, he hadn’t even thought about the rest of his country. Or how she would deal with running it all. Such a selfish King, how could he neglect his own people? “Wakanda is here. Well, parts of it are. The Royal Palace and Wakandan land. I have not explored all of it.” Once he’d look, he’d know what from Wakanda was here.
“How are you, Mr.Rogers?” He finally asked, dragged out again. “It’s been some time, since we’ve last talked.” He turned to him with concerned eyes. He knew the man, stripped of Captain America, stripped of his shield, was a WANTED man outside of Kang’s city. A man practically without a country and little to no friends. He willingly gave his friend asylum, and he would’ve done the same for him, if he wanted. But he decided to run instead. He’d respect that.
“At least here, you don’t have to run.” He reminded.
bucky was pleased to see t'challa there, after spending the past year in his beautiful country, it was an honor to have him as an ally. perhaps even a friend. the mention of the younger man’s sister raised a smile out of the soldier and he turned to face him, shoving the card into his pocket. “i wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for everything you’ve both done for me.” bucky confirmed, the small smile still evident. “you can let shuri know that.” though he could understand the surprise of seeing him here, maybe he was stepping back into this world too soon. at t'challa’s query, he removed his glove and stretched his metallic fingers, clasping the air. “couldn’t fault it. haven’t tried withstanding any blasts yet, but it’s good for everything else.”
“it’s the least we can do, james.” he replied quietly, eyes studied him. he turned his gaze away. “after you and my father —” he paused. he blinked and his eyes lowered. he could feel his last breath leave him, after he mentioned his father. there was still a lot of PAIN and anger towards his father, but also a fresh WOUND that a refused to heal. he knew the soldier wasn’t responsible for his death, but it still hurt.“after you and my father were victims...as i’ve said, if i can help one of you find peace, then my job is done.” he said finally, swallowing down the lump in his throat.“but, yes, i’ll let her know that.” he nodded a little, and faced him, with a smile. he got a little caught up in his own thoughts too, and his eyes went back to his metallic fingers and arm.“good. that’s good to hear. it should be able to withstand another blast, another anything, as shuri’s creation. not even stark’s technology can touch ours.” he gave him a smug smile.
okay, i’m going to ATTEMPT to do some replies, but you know how the activity thing sucks, so i’m gonna try to draft what i can see. if i have to dig too far, you might have to remind me. psa from your favorite “wakanda nonsense” king t’challa.
