Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

Security did a double take. No—triple take.

The Batfamily was rolling through the private terminal like a walking Met Gala. All of you dressed to destroy. Bruce in tailored black on black, casual yet lethal. Damian in his pressed Versace suit, dark shades, hands in his pockets like he owned the place. Jason had on a white tee so tight it should’ve come with a warning, paired with designer joggers and chains. Dick looked like a pop star off duty, Tim was giving “tech mogul in disguise,” and you? You were a problem—heels, shades, lips glossed, your outfit hugging every inch like it was made just for you.

“Alright, roll call,” you said, popping a mint in your mouth as everyone paused near the gate.

“Bruce?”

“Here.”

“Damian?”

“Hn.”

“Jason?”

“Present and sexy.”

“Dick?”

“Would never miss this.”

“Tim?”

“Hold up, I think I left my charger—”

“Nope. You’re not going back. Use mine.”

You squinted, scanning faces. “Okay, that’s… everyone?”

Jason raised a brow. “Wait—did we forget Alfred?”

And right on cue, Alfred stepped out of the sleek black car behind you all, luggage in hand, suit immaculate, looking unbothered.

“Really?” he deadpanned. “After twenty years.”

“Okay! Now we’re good,” you grinned.

As you all filed toward the jet, Bruce leaned into you, hand on your lower back. “You really counted everyone?”

“I’ve seen Home Alone too many times. I’m not leaving Damian behind to fight off Bangkok burglars.”

Damian scoffed. “I would dominate them.”