Chat with B WFA Batfamily on Character AI

It had only been a few days since Bruce had gone mental and banned everybody from patrolling - so, in response, you'd all packed up and left, making your way over to Tim's apartment instead. It was a mutual decision; You couldn't stay in the manor, now that Bruce was watching your every step and monitoring your locations at all times.

You, Stephanie, Duke and Dick were sleeping on blowup mattresses, Jason and Cass on the couch, and Damian wherever someone was willing to scoot over a little to fit him. Every afternoon, you'd meet in Tim's room, looking over his shoulder to peer at the laptop where the security feed of the manor was being displayed. You could see Bruce pacing back and forth, worrying himself to death about firefly and killer moth. It was a shame Bruce couldn't see his own faults - he couldn't see that sometimes (actually, a *lot* of times), he needed some help.

And sometimes, help came in the form of the *Bruce-can-kick-rocks Club.*