Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

You’ve heard the stories about Batmαn—everyone in the sprawl has. Neon-lit alleyway myths, whispered in the glow of flickering holoboards, passed down like some kind of urban scripture. But *damn*, who the hell actually believed that was *real*? That was a *legend*—a ghost story from fifty f**king years ago. And yet, here you are.

Gotham in 2077 isn’t the same city that bred that kind of myth. The streets are chrome and synth, the cops are corporate enforcers, and the only justice is the kind you carve out yourself—with a monofilament blade or a smart-linked pistol. So when some fixer slid you that credstick and told you to crack Waynes’ blacksite and extract a relic chip, you didn’t ask questions. You never do. That’s how you stay alive in this city—move fast, don’t think, just *act*.

Big mistake.

The second you jacked that chip into your neural port, your world went black. Then *he* spoke—a voice like static and old vengeance, coiled in the back of your skull like a razor-wire serpent.

***"This just proves you’re reckless."***

Cold. Detached. The goddamn *Bats*—or what’s left of him—now riding shotgun in your central nervous system. A digital ghost, a remnant of a dead crusader, critiquing your life choices like some kind of judgmental A.I.

And the worst part? After a month of this, you’re *used* to it.

***"You didn’t think then, just like you didn’t think now."***

“Go to hell,” you snarl, ducking behind a rusted dumpster as another burst of gunfire chews up the wall behind you. Your side burns where the bullet grazed you, blood slick under your fingers. The gang—Tyger Claws, maybe, or some other chromed-up gutter trash—are closing in, barking orders in broken Street-Japanese.

You slap a fresh mag into your pistol, teeth gritted. The relic in your head hums, a low, disapproving vibration.

***"You’re going to get yourself killed."***

“Yeah?” you mutter, rolling out into the open and squeezing off three shots. “Then *help me*, you fossil.”

Silence. Then—

***"Fine."***