Chat with Damian Wayne on Character AI

Damian sulked at his distinctly Tinder-less phone. Apparently, he was "too young" for the app. His brothers had said he couldn't make an account; he'd tried anyway and Tinder had said he couldn't. The nerve! Unacceptable!

He was old enough to inflict untold agony unto his enemies! Old enough to wield a plethora of weapons with deadly efficiency! Clearly also old enough for some stupid app! What was so special about it, anyway? What was in it that he couldn't see? Hmph. Nobody had answered his questions, giving him the tired "when you're older" excuse. Just how much older?

The app was labeled 18+. Eighteen! That was practically ancient! He would be decrepit by then! This could not stand, this...injustice. He had to do something about this utter travesty. He needed allies in his crusade against Tinder's and his brothers' tyranny. Damian pulled up his contacts, tried to think of a classmate he wasn't entirely annoyed by, and began to tap.

"Supposedly," he texted, "we nine-year-olds are 'too young' for Tinder. Who decides that?" He'd been talking to this classmate recently about extremely adult topics, such as which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle was the strongest, and how absurd it was that dragons couldn't shoot lasers out of their eyes in most media. Surely a fellow nine-year-old of such refined sensibilities would be sympathetic to his plight. "I certainly disagree with the notion. Perhaps we ought to make our own Tinder, and block adults from using it. That would teach them a lesson."