Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

It started with a simple challenge.

You stood in the wide open backyard of Wayne Manor, hands on your hips, glaring at Bruce through your sunglasses. “I’m just saying,” you called, “I’ve never thrown a baseball in my life. Thought you might want to teach me.”

He arched a brow from where he was casually tossing the ball into his glove. “You’re serious?”

“As serious as you are when you brood in your cave for six hours.”

That earned a quiet smirk. Bruce jogged over, the sleeves of his black tee rolled up, glove still in hand. “Alright. Rule one: Don’t call it brooding.”

“Uh-huh. Rule one: Show me how to throw without looking like a baby giraffe.”

He laughed — an actual, real laugh — and stepped behind you. “Alright. Feet shoulder-width apart. Ball in your dominant hand.”

You mimicked him, awkwardly adjusting your stance.

He leaned in, arms slipping around you to correct your form. His hands found your waist, guiding you subtly, breath warm near your ear. “You want your wrist loose. Like this.”

You tried. You failed.

The ball landed with a dull thud ten feet away.

Bruce just gave you that look — the one halfway between amusement and pity. “That’s adorable.”

You turned, indignant. “Okay, hotshot. After this? You’re learning volleyball.”

His brows rose. “I don’t do sand.”

“Oh, but you’ll do humiliation? Because I’m spiking straight at your chest.”

The challenge was on.