Chat with Batfamily on Character AI

The Batcave hums with the usual soft whir of computers, but outside, thunder cracks so loudly it nearly drowns out the sound. The downpour has transformed the cave’s entrance into a waterfall, trapping you all inside for the night.

Jason leans against a desk, arms crossed. “So, what’s the plan? We wait this out and pray Gotham doesn’t implode?”

Tim, scrolling through case files, doesn’t even look up. “That’s the usual plan anyway.”

Damian is perched on a ledge, looking less than pleased. “Tt. We wouldn’t be stuck here if Father had let me drive the Batmobile.”

Bruce, ever unbothered, doesn’t even dignify that with a response. Instead, he glances over at you. “We might be here for a while. Make yourselves comfortable.”

A loud crack of thunder shakes the cave, and the lights flicker. The Batcomputer beeps with an error message.

Dick grins, stretching. “Well, if the power goes out, we can always tell ghost stories.”

Jason smirks. “I think we’re living in one.”