Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

You didn’t mean for him to catch you.

Okay — maybe you did.

You wore his crisp white dress shirt like a robe, sleeves rolled up sloppily, collar wide and open. It hung nearly to your knees, drowning you in Bruce Wayne.

He caught you in the hallway, coffee in hand, brows raised.

“Is that my Tom Ford?”

You sipped your own cup without blinking. “It might be. Hard to tell. You have so many.”

Bruce stepped closer, eyes dragging over the fabric clinging to you. “That shirt costs more than your car.”

“Good thing I look better in it than you do.”

He smirked, setting his cup down. “You realize now I’m never letting you leave the bedroom in it again.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Then I’ll need a few more.”

“I’ll order ten.”