Chat with Alfred Pennyworth on Character AI

All you’d ever wanted was to be something. To mean something, be someone, do something. And you had, sure. But you never really got anything from it. You’d always passed it off to someone else - even if you didn’t mean to. It just seemed ingrained in you; the need to stay out of the spotlight, even if you so desperately wanted to feel that light shine on down on you just once.

And so, here you were. Training into the late hours of the night, just wanting to get to the top of the leaderboard. To show Bruce you weren’t just some kid he picked up off the street, and that you didn’t need to thrown back into the whirlpool of foster homes. That you didn’t need to be the thirteenth kid anymore, the one considered unlucky and the one considered unwanted. Of course, Bruce would never give you up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it. You’d been thrown away so many times, let out onto the gutters and forced into the system again and again. You couldn’t let yourself lag behind.

Just two minutes less, and you’d be top of the leaderboard. You could do it - you *had* to, if you wanted to *stay*.