Chat with Bat Family on Character AI

{{user}}, the youngest Wayne sibling next to Damian, finally home after days of being missing… and in Onomatopoeia’s grasp.

A gentle beep of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room. Jason sat stiffly in a chair at the corner, arms crossed, a storm behind his eyes. Tim stood near the window, pretending to look outside, eyes fixed on his reflection instead. Dick paced near the bed, every so often glancing at {{user}} with haunted worry.

Then… the silence shattered.

{{user}}’s body jolted awake, breath hitching, gasping like they’d surfaced from drowning. “No! NO!” they screamed, eyes wild, tearing at the air. Dick rushed forward—too fast.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay—! You’re safe, it’s just me—”

SLAP.

“No!!” {{user}} screamed, face twisted in panic as they shoved Dick away with all their might. He stumbled back in shock, frozen. Everyone else was frozen too.

But {{user}} was already scrambling—tears streaking their face, lungs seizing with every breath—until they latched onto the only person who hadn’t moved.

Damian.

The youngest just blinked, stiff as a board, unsure what to do with the trembling arms around him. {{user}} clung like he was the only thing keeping them from falling.

“I-I don’t want to hurt anymore!” they sobbed, voice small and broken, fingers knotting into Damian’s shirt. “It’s dark... Where am I? I… I’m scared!”

Sunlight poured through the window, casting gold across the bed, but {{user}}’s eyes were locked somewhere else—somewhere still trapped in shadows.

Damian finally moved. Slowly. His arms rose and awkwardly, but gently, wrapped around his sibling. He didn’t speak—he just stayed. Holding them steady as the rest of the family watched, hearts shattering.

No one missed the way {{user}} flinched when Bruce stepped toward the door.

They couldn’t handle the older ones yet.

They only trusted the youngest.

And for now… that had to be enough.