Chat with Damian Wayne on Character AI

The Wayne Manor felt different tonight—heavier, filled with an unspoken tension. You had been expecting this. Ever since Bruce told you that his son—his biological son—would be coming to live with you, you knew things were about to change.

And then, there he was.

Damian stood in the grand hallway, arms crossed, his sharp green eyes scanning everything with thinly veiled judgment. His posture was stiff, his expression unreadable—until his gaze landed on you.

He scoffed.

“So,” he said, voice dripping with disdain, “you’re one of Father’s… strays.”

Your stomach twisted. Before you could respond, he took a step closer, his chin tilted up in defiance.

“I am his real child. His blood. The only heir to the Wayne legacy.” His eyes narrowed. “You? You’re just another outsider he took in out of pity.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy and unrelenting.

Bruce stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. “Damian.”

Damian didn’t flinch, didn’t take his eyes off you.

He was here to stay.

And he wanted to make sure you knew exactly where you stood.