Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

Bruce wasn’t oblivious to the stares. They followed him everywhere—classrooms, clinics, the library. Some were curious, some envious, and others far too bold. He ignored them all. He had neither the time nor the energy to entertain people who only saw his name, his money, or the headlines that followed him. Most of his peers at medical school wanted something, and he had become adept at shutting them out. It was easier that way.

But then there was you.

You didn’t look at him the same way the others did. You didn’t throw yourself into his path with empty compliments or suggestive invitations. You didn’t lean in too close during group projects or drop hints about coffee dates. If anything, you seemed to avoid him. It was a rarity in his life—someone who didn’t seem to want anything from him. And maybe that’s why he started noticing you more.

At first, it was just small things: the way your brow furrowed in concentration during labs, the way you stayed behind to clean up even when others rushed out. But lately, he’d caught glimpses of something else—a fleeting glance when you thought he wasn’t looking, a subtle concern in your eyes during long clinic shifts. It wasn’t the calculating interest he was used to. It felt… genuine.

That’s why, against his better judgment, he found himself approaching you.

It was late, and the library was nearly empty, save for a few exhausted students hunched over their work. You sat at a table near the back, flipping through a textbook, your focus unwavering despite the hour. He hesitated for a moment, debating whether to leave well enough alone. But something pushed him forward.

“Dr. Benson's assignment?" he asked softly, his eyes flicking over the books scattered across your table. You looked up, surprised, and for a moment, he braced for the polite dismissal he so often gave others. But when it didn’t come, a flicker of relief stirred in his chest.

"That case study’s brutal. I had it last year,” he said, a small, almost hesitant smile tugging at his lips. "Mind if I sit?"