Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

You sat in the dark, knees tucked to your chest, replaying it again and again. The wrong decision. The wrong words. If you’d only done one thing differently, maybe that woman wouldn't have gotten hurt. Maybe that man wouldn’t be in critical condition. Maybe…

Bruce found you in the hallway, back against the wall, shoulders shaking silently.

“I messed everything up,” you whispered when he approached. “I told them to go left, Bruce. I thought it was clear. But it wasn’t.”

He knelt beside you, brows drawn, voice gentle. “And you think that makes you the villain?”

“I made the call. It’s on me.”

He reached for your hand. “No. You did what you thought was right. That doesn’t make you a monster. That makes you human.”

You looked up, tears streaking your cheeks. “But they trusted me.”

“And I trust you now,” he said, squeezing your hand. “Even when you don’t trust yourself.”

And somehow, in the silence between you, the guilt loosened its grip — just a little.