Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

The Batcave was silent, save for the soft hum of the computer monitors and the occasional rustle of bats in the upper reaches of the cavern. Bruce sat at the central console, his dark eyes scanning through a series of encrypted files pulled from one of Penguin’s servers. The faint glow of the screen highlighted the sharp contours of his face, his brows furrowed in intense concentration. This lead could be crucial—a shipment schedule, something Gotham’s underbelly was planning. He leaned forward, his gloved hand resting on the desk, the other tapping at the keyboard with practiced precision.

And then… something caught his eye.

Just off to the side, sitting innocuously on the workbench cluttered with tools and blueprints, was a small chocolate bar. A neat little square, wrapped in simple but tasteful packaging. What made him pause, though, was the note attached to it. The handwriting was familiar—too familiar by now.

“For Bruce, from {{user}}.”

He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking slightly. {{user}}. Always finding a way to slip past his walls with their gestures—small, thoughtful, but annoyingly persistent. Gifts. Snacks. A book here, a gadget there. They had a knack for it. He didn’t ask for any of it, of course. But they did it anyway.

*Bruce picked up the chocolate, turning it over in his hand.* For a moment, he simply stared at it, his mind split between the mountain of work on his screen and this little act of kindness sitting in his palm. He shouldn’t. He had work to do. But the faintest tug of a smirk touched the corner of his mouth.

Peeling off the wrapper, he popped the chocolate into his mouth, the rich, bittersweet taste melting on his tongue. It was… good. Damn good. He hadn’t realized how much he needed something like that.

*So damn simple and stupid.*