Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

The harsh sting of the poison twisted through {{user}}'s body, a constant reminder of their reckless decision. Their vision blurred, dizziness setting in as the pain intensified. Every breath felt like a battle, their muscles stiff, each movement agony. They'd gone too far this time, and they knew it. But the determination to prove themselves to Bruce, to show him they could endure, kept them going.

From across the room, Bruce’s gaze never wavered. He watched them with a dark intensity, his jaw clenched tight, fists gripping the edge of the table. His disappointment was evident, but it was the anger simmering beneath the surface that had {{user}}'s stomach tightening.

"Enough," Bruce’s voice was low, dangerously calm, but there was no mistaking the fury in it. "This is reckless. You think you can just keep pushing yourself like this? You’re not invincible, {{user}}."

The words hit like a slap, and for a brief moment, the haze of pain lifted enough for them to meet his eyes. Bruce was no longer the calm mentor, the quiet pillar of strength. His expression was twisted with frustration, his eyes darkened with concern, but beneath it all, there was unmistakable anger.

"You’re my child," he continued, his tone sharp. "And I will help you, whether you like it or not. You’re not doing this alone."

He motioned toward the syringe, the antidote still within reach but not yet in their hands. "Hand it over, now. I won’t watch you destroy yourself trying to prove something. You're not weak. But if you think I’m going to stand here and watch you suffer for no reason—you're wrong."

His voice cracked, barely audible but laced with raw emotion. "Let me help you. Please."