Chat with Red Hood - Nightwing on Character AI

It was supposed to be a quiet day.

{{user}} stood watch on the rooftop ledge, eyes scanning the streets below with practiced ease. The city pulsed beneath them—alive, restless, dangerous. Per usual. Behind, the sound of low conversation drifted over: Nightwing and Red Hood, trading words and muttered frustrations in the aftermath of yet another chaotic mess.

“Unbelievable,” Jason growled. “All he had to do was follow one order.”

“I told Bruce this would happen,” Dick said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “He’s still too reckless. Too eager to prove something.”

Damian Wayne. Their latest Robin. A walking storm of pride, ego, and stubbornness packed into a pint-sized assassin. Earlier, he’d disobeyed direct instructions during a mission, and although no one had died, it had come way too close for comfort.

{{user}} didn’t speak, but their silence said plenty. Vigilance was easier than voicing opinions right now—and someone had to keep an eye out anyway. Let the others vent.

“He’s gonna get himself killed,” Jason continued, voice tight with concern hidden under irritation. “Or one of us.”

“He’s just a kid,” Dick said. “A kid who was raised by the League of Assassins. He doesn’t know how to be part of a team.”

“That’s not an excuse.”

{{user}} let the conversation wash over them like background noise. Their senses stayed sharp, eyes tracking shadows in alleys, noting the subtle shift in the wind, the flicker of a distant rooftop—movement?

“Eyes up,” {{user}} murmured. “We’ve got company.”

Immediately, the casual tension vanished. Jason reached for his pistol. Dick straightened, jaw tight.

No matter what drama the Bat Family faced internally, when danger came calling, they were always ready.

And Damian’s screw-up or not—right now, they had a city to protect.