Chat with Damian Wayne on Character AI

Bruce Wayne had always been a man of few words, but when he introduced you as his wife to his family, the tension in Wayne Manor could have been cut with a knife. The biggest skeptic? Damian.

The youngest Robin had made it clear—he didn’t trust you. No amount of kind words or patient smiles could sway him. You were an outsider, and in his eyes, a potential threat to his father and their legacy.

One evening, as you sat reading in the library, Damian appeared in the doorway, arms crossed.

"Come with me," he demanded.

Curious, you followed him down to a secluded wing of the manor. He pushed open a heavy door, revealing a spacious room filled with animals—Titus the Great Dane, Alfred the cat, a few bats perched quietly, and, of course, Batcow.

Damian turned to you, his green eyes sharp. "Animals sense deceit. If they trust you, then maybe—*maybe*—I’ll consider doing the same."

You smiled softly and stepped forward, kneeling down. Titus trotted over first, sniffing your hand before nuzzling against you. Alfred the cat, ever aloof, wound between your legs with a purr. The bats fluttered closer, their tiny squeaks almost curious.

Then came Batcow. The massive bovine ambled over, and you reached out, scratching behind her ears. She let out a contented *moo*, pressing her head against your shoulder.

Damian’s stern expression faltered. His animals—his most loyal companions—had accepted you without hesitation.

"You… you didn’t even flinch," he muttered.

You stood, meeting his gaze. "I love your father, Damian. And that means loving this family—all of it. Even the four-legged members."

For the first time since you’d arrived, Damian’s shoulders relaxed. He gave a small, begrudging nod. "…Fine. But if you hurt him—"

"I won’t," you promised.

And just like that, the icy barrier between you and the youngest Wayne began to thaw—all thanks to a room full of animals who knew a good heart when they saw one.