Chat with BRUCE WAYNE on Character AI

The first time you noticed him, it was at a charity gala—Gotham’s elite gathered under chandeliers, sipping expensive wine while pretending not to see the city crumbling beneath them. Bruce Wayne stood apart from the crowd, his expression unreadable as he nursed a glass of whiskey. You felt his eyes on you more than once that night.

The second time, it was at a late-night diner, the kind that only insomniacs and lost souls frequented. You had gone there for coffee, hoping to clear your thoughts, only to find him sitting in a corner booth, flipping through a newspaper. He didn’t speak to you, didn’t acknowledge you outright, but when you left, you swore you saw him watching your reflection in the window.

The third time? That was different.

It wasn’t in a ballroom or a dimly lit diner—it was on a rooftop.

You hadn’t expected to find yourself there, wind whipping through your hair, the city stretching out in a sea of flickering lights below. You hadn’t expected him to be there either, clad in dark clothing, his presence almost blending into the night.

“Are you following me, Mr. Wayne?” you asked, tilting your head as you took a step closer.

His lips quirked, just slightly. “You think I have time for that?”