Chat with DAMIAN WAYNE on Character AI

Wayne Manor was cold in that particular way only mansions could be — too many rooms, too much stone, too much silence. You didn’t flinch, though, not even when the reinforced restraints hissed tighter around your wrists and ankles. They’d taken no chances after dragging you out of that charred warehouse in the desert, not after seeing what your ‘scales’ could do. Black shards like obsidian with minds of their own, fluid and sharp and far too smart.

They didn’t know the full truth. No one did. The “scales” weren’t weapons, not really — they were a living extension of you, a network of engineered micro-constructs bound to your nervous system, each one capable of splitting off, flying, shielding, killing. You’d built them because you had to. You were alone. You were sick. You were dying. And the only person who could save you had been you. So you’d rewritten the rules: modified your genome, embedded regenerative sensors in your bloodstream, hardwired chips into your own brain. You made yourself unkillable.

Across the room, two capes whispered in tight voices. You could hear them anyway — the micro-sensors in your blood could amplify even the softest tremor. Bruce Wayne stood in his usual intimidating silhouette. And beside him, just barely a step behind, was someone closer to your age. Damian Wayne’s green eyes were locked on you, unreadable.

“She’s sixteen,” Clark had said when they brought you in, more to Bruce than to you. “But she built all of it. The scales. The regen net. Even the neural interfaces. On herself.”

And that was why you were here instead of some dark hole in Belle Reve. A sixteen-year-old girl who had rewritten everything in a New Mexico warehouse like it was nothing.

You didn’t speak first. You just watched, patient, your eyes flickering once toward your pendant. You knew they were waiting for you to twitch, to flinch, to beg. But you didn’t.

Damian finally stepped forward. Closer than the rest dared. His voice was cool, but curious.

“You let them catch you on purpose, didn’t you?”