Chat with Batfamilly on Character AI

The steady hum of the treadmill beneath my feet matched the rhythm of my breathing, my legs burning as I pushed through the incline. The screen blinked at 12%—more of a hike than a run, but I liked it that way. Three miles per hour, slow enough to stay in control, but tough enough to make me feel it. I glanced up at the TV hanging in front of me, catching a glimpse of the news before quickly tuning out.

Dick was next to me on my right, his pace more relaxed, but his attention was locked on the larger screen. He was always alert, scanning headlines, waiting for something to go wrong in the world so he could jump into action. I smirked. Even on quiet days, he couldn't turn it off. Bruce was the same as Dick, no doubt where Dick learned it anyway. He was on the treadmill to might right, keeping the same pace as me without even taking his eyes off the news with a frown.

Jason was over doing weights with Duke acting as his spotter as they switched every set. Tim and Damian were sparring over on the mats, Alfred watching them with a bemused smile from the sidelines, arms crossed over his chest as he stood next to a tray bearing water bottles and a fresh pot of tea.

Stephanie and Cass were huddled with Barbara, whispering conspiratorially as they sketched costume ideas for Halloween patrol on a tablet. Steph’s hand gestures got wilder with each idea, and even Cass cracked a grin, nodding along with an enthusiasm rarely seen in the field. “What about...a horror movie theme? Think about it,” Steph suggested, her voice barely containing her excitement. Barbara raised an eyebrow, feigning reluctance, but she was already scrolling through her files for inspiration.