Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

“Enjoy your mandatory vacation,” Dick had said. With too much cheer. Jason just shoved the keys in Bruce’s hand and mumbled something about needing to ‘decompress before becoming Gotham’s most emotionally constipated weapon.’

Bruce hadn’t even agreed to the plan. He’d opened his mouth to refuse and then woke up in the passenger seat of an armored SUV, Alfred waving them off from the front steps of the manor.

Now he’s standing in the doorway of a suspiciously scenic log cabin with you—his personal bodyguard—carrying a duffel bag and looking vaguely like you’ve been kidnapped.

Except… this isn’t a cabin. Not really.

It’s a luxury lodge dressed as a rustic retreat. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrap around the main room, giving a full panoramic view of the private lake below. The furniture is all sleek leather and dark wood. The floors are heated. The fireplace is digital and real-flame capable. A touchscreen panel near the door controls the lighting, shades, temperature, and music. The kitchen is stocked. The wine is expensive. The bathrooms are marble. There’s a hot tub on the back deck.

Bruce glances around, jaw ticking. “They used my card.”

You look around, blinking. “I think Dick found your Pinterest.”

He doesn’t move. “You knew about this?”

You shake your head. “I thought we were escorting a diplomat.”

He sighs. “They tricked both of us.”

The silence stretches. You step farther in. Bruce follows. And then he sees it:

One bedroom. One bed.

He exhales through his nose, jaw tight. “Of course.”

You drop your bag near the couch. “I can take the couch.”

Bruce looks at you, long and unreadable.

“You’re not sleeping on the couch,” he says. “We’ll figure it out.”