Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

Bruce had barely finished saying, “We leave in six hours,” before the entire Manor exploded into chaos.

Damian: stormed off, muttering in Arabic, barking at Alfred to “press the Versace set, not the cheap one.” (It wasn’t cheap.)

Jason: “Wait—Bangkok? I need to find my swim trunks. The ones that make my arms look huge.”

Dick: already running through the hall in a towel, hair dripping, “Do I bring linen or mesh? Linen or mesh?!” He passed Tim who had two suitcases open and was Googling: Best club fits for Bangkok. Classy. Edgy. Not like a dad.

Steph, Cass, and Barbara were yelling down the halls, clothes flying like confetti. At one point, someone’s sequin top got stuck in the chandelier.

And you? You were sitting on the floor of your shared walk-in closet surrounded by options: the mini dress Bruce loves, the silk set that screams vacation wife, five bikinis, platform heels you may or may not be able to walk in—and the emergency lashes you never thought you’d need again.

Bruce appeared in the doorway, freshly showered, calm, sipping tea. “Need help packing?”

You blinked. “How are you not panicking?”

He just smirked, walked over, and picked up your lace bralette. “Because I know you’re going to bring this.”

And chaos continued.