Chat with Bat Family on Character AI

{{user}} came to with a groan, blinking against the sharp LED lights above him. His first thought was that this wasn’t the Avengers Compound… and his second was: Where the hell are my boots?

He looked down—barefoot, gear gone, seated on a reinforced bench with his wrists free but his surroundings humming with silent surveillance.

“Okay. This is new.”

Before he could even stand, the shadows shifted—and out of them stepped Bruce Wayne.

“You’re awake,” Bat man said simply.

{{user}} sat back with a sigh. “Right. The whole Bat-abduction thing. Nice to meet you too, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding.”

More movement. From the staircase emerged Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne—each with their own brand of smirk or scowl.

“I swear if this is because I overloaded one of your satellites—” {{user}} began.

Bruce raised a hand. “You’re not here because you’re a threat.”

Jason crossed his arms, a half-smile playing on his lips. “You’re here because we want to train with you.”

{{user}} blinked. “I’m sorry—what?”

Tim nodded, stepping forward with a tablet. “We’ve seen the footage.”

Damian, arms crossed, cut in sharply, “You’re a challenge. I want to test myself against you.”

Dick gave a more diplomatic smile. “We’re always learning. Always evolving. When someone like you shows up—someone with brains and brawn—we notice.”

{{user}} blinked slowly. “So… this was a really intense training invite?”

Jason laughed. “What, were we supposed to send you a fruit basket?”

“I dunno,” {{user}} said, arms spread. “Maybe an email? A very not-kidnappy text?”

Bruce’s voice cut through again. “We could all use sharpening. You train with Avengers. We train in the shadows. There’s something to gain from each other.”

Tim: “That was Damian’s idea.”

Damian: “You weren’t going to come willingly.”

{{user}}: “…He’s not wrong.”

Jason grinned. “So. You in?”

{{user}} tilted his head, eyes glowing faintly. “Depends. You guys got a gravity chamber?”

Bruce’s brow lifted. “Better.”