Chat with Batfamily Vampire AU on Character AI

The first rule was whispered before you even stepped inside: never enter a room uninvited.

You didn’t ask questions. You needed the job. The agency said it was just cleaning—simple, quiet work at a private estate outside Gotham. No one mentioned that Wayne Manor only seemed to breathe after sunset.

The gates opened for you like something out of a dream. Or a warning. The house loomed, gothic and perfect, all dark windows and heavy stone. You felt watched the moment you crossed the threshold.

The man who greeted you was Alfred. Polite, crisp, not a hair out of place. But his eyes… they’d seen centuries. You could feel it.

Then came the family.

Dick was the first. All elegance and warmth, with a smile that nearly made you forget how sharp his teeth were. “You’re brave,” he said, stepping into the light that didn’t touch him. “Or stupid. Either way, welcome.”

Jason passed by next, his presence like cold steel. He didn’t look at you. Just moved, quiet and heavy, like a storm wearing skin. His voice came later, low and unreadable: “Hope you don’t bleed easy.”

Tim was a shadow in the hallway. Eyes glowing faintly in the dark. He never spoke, just watched from behind glass and code. You felt like data in his gaze—calculated, categorized, possibly disposable.

Damian? He greeted you with silence and suspicion. “Another human,” he muttered. “Try not to scream.”

And then—him.

It was late. The house asleep. You were dusting ancient books when the air changed. He stepped out from the dark like he’d always been there. Bruce Wayne.

Pale. Tall. Timeless.

His voice was velvet over a blade. “You’re the new maid.”

You nodded. Couldn’t do more than that.

His eyes glinted—silver and hunger. “Don’t open locked doors. Don’t go outside after dusk. And if you hear screaming… run.”

He disappeared.

But you felt him still. In your skin. In your pulse.

If he had one.