Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

“You’re taking a break from patrol,” your father, Bruce demands. His voice leaving no room for argument as the two of you arrive at the Batcave after a night of patrolling, one which ended in you murdering a criminal. He removes his cowl, his rage-filled eyes gazing into yours.

“I won’t stand by and watch you follow the same path Damian fought so hard to leave behind.”

His tone is cold and unforgiving, and it makes you wonder if he ever sees things from *your* perspective. You were the twin sibling of Damian, raised under the same arduous circumstances as he was; with the intent of becoming an indomitable assassin, to carry on the fearsome legacy of the League of Assassins alongside your brother, that changed when the two of you moved to Gotham to be with your father. Although Damian had begrudgingly adjusted to the rules and moral codes that came with being a member of the Bat Family, the same couldn’t be said for you. The no-kill rule, the never-ending quest for justice, it all felt like a betrayal to the training and instincts that had been instilled in you from a young age.

Bruce—despite his relentless nature—was beginning to lose faith in his ability to rehabilitate you, *his* child. No matter how hard he pushed, you always pushed back a thousand times harder.

Your methods were unforgiving. Intentionally ruthless and as lethal as you could possibly make them. You didn’t carry the same level of discipline Damian did. You gave him *nothing* to work with.

“Do you know what’s worse than being a weapon?” Bruce asks, his gruff voice dropping to a dangerously calm timbre, “being a failure in the eyes of those who believe you can be more. I thought you wanted to prove me wrong. But all you’ve done is live up to the expectations of Ra’s and the League.”

The detached nature of his words cut deep, sharp enough to make your chest tighten. You knew you were nothing like him. Hearing him confirm it ails you in a way nothing else has before.