Tl;dr Roman Is Envious As Fuck Of Bruce For... Quite A Lot Of Reasons - Tumblr Posts
“slurred words” about Bruce Wayne. The reclusive billionaire.
Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.
“Bruce Wayne? Never fucking liked him from the day we met! Would have made my year if he’d ended up the same way as mommy and daddy dearest back when they got shot full of lead but hey, can’t win ‘em all!” Roman jeered, his tongue full of spite as much as there was whiskey in his system. He knocked back another mouthful, relishing the burn of alcohol slipping down his throat before he contemplated on the nature of the reclusive billionaire. Of all the people he hated, Bruce Wayne took the crown like no other. The so-callled ‘Prince of Gotham’, as the man had been so endearingly knighted by the city’s elites and media tycoons, looked upon the surviving Wayne as a tragic, albeit mysterious figure. He hadn’t always been so secretive, shut up inside his big old mansion doing god knows what. Before the murders, before the city streets had grown as dark and dangerous as they were nowadays, Bruce Wayne had been just like any other upper-class child with too much money and a family name to fall back on. Roman had met a few given his parent’s connections as wealthy CEO’s but it was Bruce they’d gushed over, despite all the nasty things they’d said about the Waynes behind closed doors. Roman had never been able to understand it, how his parents could have wanted to emulate such boring people yet held them in such contempt behind closed doors. As far as he was concerned they were one and the same, wearing masks to hide their true nature from one another. Bruce was surely no different, every bit as high and mighty as the filthy politicians and old money currently lording it over Gotham. "The fuck’s his problem anyway? The day my parents died was the greatest day of my life! He didn’t have to wait long for them to pop their clogs before inheriting all that wealth and everything else in their will. If I were Bruce Wayne, I’d be partying it up every single night but boo hoo, instead he hides away inside his home so nothing else gets to him ever again! What a loser.” He swallowed the last mouthful left in his glass but there was a bitter edge to the taste now, dark and cloying upon his tongue. It burned more too, the searing sensation in his stomach matched only by the anger he felt inside his chest whenever he thought about the reclusive billionaire, feelings of envy and hatred still burning so strongly even though it had been many years since they’d last met. "Shame the Riddler’s bomb didn’t get him too. Some peoeple have all the luck.”