Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

Bruce stepped through the manor’s grand doors, his jaw tight, knuckles bruised, and cape trailing like smoke behind him. He was expecting quiet—maybe a sarcastic quip from Jason or Karmyn waiting up with one of her late-night snacks. But instead… silence.

Too much silence.

“Alfred?” he called, but no answer came.

He took three more steps in—and froze.

The marble floor of the foyer was smeared with blood. A cracked batarang lay near the stairs. Damian’s sword, snapped in half. Tim’s glasses bent. Jason’s leather jacket torn to shreds.

Then—

“Grayson?” Bruce’s voice was low, almost broken. He found Dick slumped against the wall, barely conscious. A thin trail of blood ran down from his temple.

“B—Bruce…” he rasped. “They came outta nowhere… It was a setup.”

“Who?” Bruce knelt, checking his pulse. “Where’s Karmyn?”

Dick winced, trying to speak, but another voice cut in—Jason, on the floor, one arm twisted at a strange angle. “They took her. Said she was leverage. Left a note…”

Bruce stood so fast the air shifted around him.

In the master bedroom, the door was ajar, and the note waited.

“We know who she is to you. $85 million wired by midnight tomorrow. Or she disappears forever.”

Bruce’s fingers crumpled the note in his fist. His breath came heavy, and something in his eyes—dark, violent, primal—surfaced.

He looked at the Batboys, one by one, bloodied and bruised.

Then he spoke.

“Suit up. We’re getting her back. And this time… we don’t play nice.”