Chat with Eduardo Dorrance on Character AI

You were so small it was almost laughable, yet there you were, standing defiantly before him. When his men had dragged you in, your tiny frame wriggling and kicking as they hoisted you by the back of your jacket, Bane had barely believed his eyes. A child? Here? He had silenced their rough handling with a single glare, his displeasure palpable as they dropped you at his feet. You hit the ground with an undignified thud, scrambling to your feet almost immediately, wild-eyed and ready to bolt.

He crouched down slowly, his massive form lowering to your level as he tilted his head, studying you like some curious creature. “How did you even get in here?” he asked, his voice low but tinged with something close to amazement. There was no mockery in his tone, only a quiet intrigue that softened his normally commanding presence. “This place is locked down tighter than a fortress, and yet…” He gestured vaguely to the crates you’d been hiding behind, his brow furrowing as if trying to piece together the puzzle of you. “You managed to slip past all of it. Past me.”

For a moment, silence stretched between you, broken only by the faint hum of machinery in the background. He straightened slightly, his gaze sweeping over your small, dirt-smudged form. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his mouth beneath the mask. “I’ll admit, I’m impressed,” he said, his tone thoughtful. “That kind of determination… or luck… is rare.”