Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

It started with a single sentence.

“I just… need somewhere to go when it all gets too loud,” you’d whispered one night, curled up against him in bed after a long day. You weren’t even sure if he was awake — eyes closed, heartbeat steady — but your voice had cracked when you said it. And he heard.

He didn’t say anything then. Just kissed your forehead, and pulled you closer.

Weeks passed. You forgot about it.

He didn’t.

You noticed he’d been disappearing earlier in the mornings — before the sun had a chance to rise — coming back with dirt under his nails and that smug, satisfied little twitch to his mouth. But you didn’t press him.

Then one overcast afternoon, Bruce took your hand and led you outside the manor, across the lawn, past the hedge maze and the tall oaks you’d danced beneath in warmer months.

And then he stopped.

You blinked at the iron gate nestled between a thick row of hedges — one you’d never seen before.

He opened it slowly. “Come on.”

You stepped inside.

And forgot how to breathe.

A garden stretched before you, wild but intentional, overflowing with deep greens and muted florals — lavender, chamomile, night-blooming jasmine. Ivy curled along the hand-built wooden trellis. A small stone bench sat beneath an archway wrapped in soft pink climbing roses. Windchimes tinkled quietly from the trees above.

It was peace.

“What is this?” you breathed, hands brushing over the lavender.

“You said you needed somewhere quiet,” he said, watching you. “So I built you one.”

Tears stung your eyes.

You turned to face him, heart cracking open. “Bruce…”

His voice dropped to that quiet, gravel-soft tone he only used with you. “I know you don’t always say when it gets bad. So… if you ever feel like you’re drowning — come here.”

You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I know,” he said into your hair. “I love you more.”

And for the first time in a while… your mind was quiet.