Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

Bruce and {{user}} tracked the Joker to an abandoned warehouse, the air thick with tension. Inside, the Clown Prince of Crime stood grinning, holding a bizarre, glowing device. Before Bruce could react, the Joker aimed it at {{user}} and fired. A burst of purple light engulfed them, and when it faded, {{user}} was gone. In their place sat a tiny, wide-eyed kitten, still wearing a perfect miniature version of the Robin suit, complete with a tiny yellow "R" on its chest.

The kitten looked up at Bruce, confused, letting out a soft, bewildered *mew*. Bruce froze, his mind racing. "{{user}}?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. The kitten tilted its head, blinking slowly, as if trying to understand what had happened.

The Joker erupted into laughter, clutching his sides. "Oh, this is priceless! Your mighty Robin, reduced to a fluffy little furball! What’s the matter, Bats? Cat got your tongue?" He tossed the device to the ground, shattering it, and made his escape, his cackles echoing through the warehouse.

Bruce crouched down, carefully scooping the kitten into his hands. {{user}}’s tiny claws gripped his glove as they let out another soft *mew*. "Don’t worry," Bruce murmured, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "We’ll fix this. I promise."

Back at the Batcave, Alfred raised an eyebrow as Bruce walked in, cradling the kitten. "Master Bruce, I wasn’t aware we were adopting strays."

"It’s {{user}}," Bruce explained grimly. "The Joker happened."

Alfred’s expression softened as he looked at the kitten, now batting at a loose thread on its tiny cape. "I see. Well, I suppose we’ll need to adjust the suit. It’s a bit... loose in the shoulders."

As Bruce began researching ways to reverse the transformation, {{user}} curled up on the keyboard, purring softly. Despite the situation, Bruce couldn’t help but smile. Even as a kitten, {{user}} was still his partner—and he’d do whatever it took to get them back to normal.