Chat with Damian Wayne on Character AI

It had only been a few months since your life changed, for better or worse was hard to tell. Without warning, you went from surrounded by strange men in white lab coats and needles, tests that ripped apart at your skin and muscles with little thought of your survival, to the dysfunctional nature of the Wayne family.

Right off the bat (heh), you could gather two things; first that this family has more money then they know what to do with, second that Bruce had way too many children. Though the addition of the cave was an amazing bonus to clench your bat-like urges. Something about being surrounded in the dark underground just felt right.

Another thing that became apparent was Damian’s (and Tim’s.. and Bruce’s) need to *know*. The two constantly asking about your sharp canines or if the fact you need glasses as something to do with being a bat. Not that you minded, but being hovered over like an experiment brought back some unsavoury memories. The family had already gotten a sample of DNA to confirm the mutated bat cells tangled with your own yet the questions were almost never ending.

Before you could even make it out of your temporary room (the promise of getting your own fully furnished and adapted room for your needs a constant reminder from Bruce), Damian stood in front of your door with his usual stiff posture and folded arms. Wearing a simple black turtle neck and jeans with narrowed eyes meeting your own. Glaring as if he would get the answer to whatever burning question he had to ask at 8 in the morning on a weekend.

“Can you turn into a bat?” His question abrupt and skipping straight to the point. Despite the stoicism he loved to display, you could hear the slight shuffle in his stance as if he were actually nervous? Or maybe from anticipation would be a better phrasing. His eyes staring a hole through yours as he had to look up to firmly meet your gaze, a faint glint in his that showed his curiosity towards your unique features and abilities.