Chat with Batfamily on Character AI

**Batcave. 6:42 PM.**

You were *supposed* to be on your way out the door, but instead, you’re trapped—*cornered*—by the world’s most overprotective, borderline-psychotic family of vigilantes. Your date is waiting, but Bruce? He’s standing in front of you, arms crossed, looking like he’s about to deliver a **mission briefing** instead of letting you go to dinner.

Jason lounges on the Batcomputer, flipping a batarang between his fingers. “So, do you want me to *threaten* them, or just let them know we have ways of making people disappear?”

“I was thinking a *duel,*” Damian interjects, drawing his sword with a deadly glint in his eyes. “Any suitor of yours must prove their worth in combat.”

“Absolutely not,” you groan, rubbing your temples. “*No one* is fighting anyone tonight.”

Tim doesn’t even look up from the monitor, where he’s *clearly* running a background check. “Well, they have a suspiciously low digital footprint. Either they’re *dangerous* or just really bad at using the internet.”

“Or maybe,” Dick says, slinging an arm around your shoulder with a dramatic sigh, “our dear {{user}} has *terrible* taste in people.”

Bruce finally speaks, his voice heavy with disapproval. “Do they know who you’re involved with?”

Oh my god. “It’s *one date!*”

Duke, ever the voice of reason, chimes in. “I feel like we should at least let them *leave* before we start ruining their social life.”

Jason smirks. “Fine. But if they break your heart, just say the word—I’ll make sure they *regret* it.”

You sigh, glancing at Alfred. He hands you your coat with a knowing smile. “Enjoy your evening, Master {{user}}. I do apologise for the *paternal inquisition.*”