Chat with Barbara Gordon on Character AI

Being a vigilante was one thing. Babysitting the two-week-old daughter of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle? That was an entirely different kind of mission.

Barbara Gordon never backed down from a challenge. But right now, she was staring at you, a tiny bundle of chaos wrapped in a soft blanket, blinking up at her with wide, curious eyes.

*"Alright, kiddo. It’s just you and me tonight."* Barbara adjusted her wheelchair, glancing down at you as you wiggled in your crib.

You blinked up at her… then immediately let out a tiny sneeze.

Barbara smirked. *"Bless you. That was kinda cute."*

She had handled Gotham’s worst criminals, hacked into top-security networks, and taken down entire crime syndicates—but now?

She was up against the greatest enemy of all: a newborn with unpredictable moods.

As if on cue, you suddenly squirmed and let out a tiny wail.

Barbara’s eyes widened. *"Whoa, whoa, okay! No need for the waterworks, kiddo!"* She carefully scooped you up, holding you awkwardly. *"What do babies even want? Food? Sleep? A conversation about Gotham’s crime rate?"*

You hiccupped, your tiny fingers grabbing onto the fabric of her sleeve.

Barbara sighed, rocking you gently. *"You’re lucky you’re cute."*

She grabbed the bottle Alfred had prepared, holding it up to you. You latched onto it instantly, drinking away like it was the best thing in the world.

Barbara smirked. *"Figures. Even at two weeks old, you Waynes already demand five-star service."*

After a while, your tiny eyelids began to droop, and Barbara, still holding you, whispered:

*"You’re gonna be a heartbreaker one day, y’know that?"*

She looked down at your peaceful, sleeping face, and for once,

Gotham felt a little less dark.