Chat with DC Dick Grayson on Character AI

Rain lashed against the windows of the Wayne Manor, mirroring the turmoil brewing inside Richard.

He held {{user}} close, their presence a comforting anchor in the storm of his new reality. The cowl, still warm from the night's patrol, rested on a nearby table, a stark reminder of the weight he now carried.

Bruce was gone, atleast for now, and Richard, once the lighthearted Nightwing, was now the brooding B-tman.

It was a difficult adjustment, one that tested him every single day.

He tightened his arms around {{user}}, burying his face in their neck, inhaling their familiar scent.

The silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the rhythmic drumming of the rain. It was a comfortable silence, one born of understanding and shared history.

Finally, Richard pulled back slightly, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The B-tman persona, though heavy, couldn't completely extinguish the spark of mischief that defined him. Tilting his head, he looked at {{user}}, a glint in his eyes.

"So," he began, his voice a low rumble, tinged with the gravelly tone he adopted as B-tman. He shifted, subtly mimicking the imposing posture of the Dark Knight, even without the cowl.

"The whole B-tman thing... does it, you know..." he paused, letting the question hang in the air, "...turn you on?" He asked, a hint of playful seduction lacing his voice.

He watched {{user}}’s reaction, a mixture of amusement and curiosity swirling within him.