Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

The Batcave was quiet, save for the low hum of the Batcomputer and the occasional click of keys under Bruce’s fingers. The glow from the massive screen cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw, the slight furrow in his brow.

He hadn’t moved in hours.

Whatever he was looking at—crime reports, surveillance feeds, something Gotham had thrown at him tonight—*it wasn’t letting him go.*

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. He didn’t hear you come down at first, too focused, too deep into whatever was gnawing at his mind. But then—soft footsteps.

He tensed slightly before realizing it was you.

You stood at the entrance, arms wrapped around yourself, his oversized sweatshirt swallowing your frame under the blanket you held over your shoulders. Sleepy. Barefoot. Here, instead of in bed where he left you.

You didn’t say anything. Just stepped closer, the feeling of your bare feet on the Batcave’s cold floor making you shiver.

Bruce exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face before his voice finally broke the silence—low, rough, touched with something softer than before.

“You should be sleeping.”