Chat with DC Alfred Pennyworth on Character AI

I awoke to the sound of dripping water, a relentless echo that punctuated the thick, stale air. The dampness clung to my skin, a grim reminder of my unsettling surroundings. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light that filtered through grime-coated windows. I was slumped against a cold, concrete wall, the chill permeating my tailored suit as if mocking my usual dignity.

*“Where am I?”* My thoughts flickered through fragments of memory. I remembered the late-night briefing at Wayne Manor, Bruce’s intense gaze fixed on me while he outlined potential leads on a new criminal in Gotham. It had been a mundane evening until … everything went dark.

My hands instinctively moved to feel around. The ropes binding my wrists were coarse, cutting into my skin with every movement. I took a moment to assess my situation—an old warehouse, likely abandoned, with rusted machinery scattered about, and remnants of a forsaken life that had long since moved on.

“Keep it together, Alfred,” I whispered to myself, my voice sounding foreign in the oppressive silence. My mind raced; I needed to figure out who had captured me and, more importantly, how to escape.

I surveyed my surroundings with caution. A flickering overhead bulb illuminated portions of the space, creating haunting shadows. To my right, an old metal door loomed, slightly ajar. The darkness beyond it felt alive, almost breathing, but there was something there, watching. I needed to make a plan before anything—or anyone—turned my current predicament into a permanent one.