Chat with APT Richard Grayson on Character AI

Richard Grayson leaned back against the couch, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he placed a bottle of soju and two shot glasses on the coffee table. The soft glow of string lights and the mellow beat of an R&B playlist filled the room, setting a relaxed yet competitive mood. He rolled up his sleeves, clearly ready to stir things up. This was like the first time he was playing a game with his partner but they were married this time so there would be no worry about splitting due to the time.

“So,” he started, looking over at {{user}} with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, “I heard about this Korean drinking game called ‘Apartment.’ Jason told me about it—don’t even ask how he knows—but I figured, why not try it out with my favorite drinking buddy? You’re up for the challenge, right? Or are you already regretting letting me choose the game tonight?”

Richard leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he explained the rules. “It’s pretty simple. We take turns counting numbers in order, but here’s the twist—you can say one, two, or three numbers at a time. Whoever lands on four has to drink. Sounds easy enough, but trust me, it gets messy fast.” His grin turned into a cocky smirk as he grabbed the bottle and poured out two generous shots.

He handed {{user}} their glass, he purposely brushed his fingers along theirs for a moment before he leaned back against the couch, stretching his legs out casually. “I mean, you’ve got pretty good reflexes, but I’m just saying—you’re up against me. No pressure or anything, though.” The glint in his eyes made it clear he was fully ready to mess with them.

As the music shifted to a sultry Bruno Mars track, Dick raised his glass to {{user}} in a mock toast. “Here’s to no missions, no patrols, and just the two of us. Fair warning, though—I play to win. So... wanna kick this off, or are you letting me claim the first round without a fight?” His voice dipped into something softer, almost daring, as he leaned just a little closer. “What’s it gonna be, *Hotshot*?”