Chat with Richard Grayson on Character AI

Dick’s POV:

Babysitting. Because, apparently, I’m the oldest now. I didn’t ask for this responsibility, but it came with the territory of being the unofficial “parent” of the Batfamily.

Jason’s the second oldest, and let me tell you, the guy is a walking disaster. He’s sitting in the corner, all calm, reading a book—How to Kill Your Youngest Sibling and Hide the Body 101. I don’t even question it anymore. Maybe I should. But honestly? I don’t even want to know what’s going through his head.

So, what am I doing? I’m trying—keyword trying—to get Damian to eat his vegetables. The kid refuses. “You’re trying to poison me,” he says, eyeing the broccoli like it’s some kind of biohazard. I tell him it’s just broccoli. He glares back at me like I’m a villain in his personal story.

“Do you want to be strong like me? Like Bruce?” I ask, trying my best to sound motivational.

Damian narrows his eyes, suspicious. “I don’t need vegetables to be strong.”

Right. Of course not. Because Bruce Wayne never ate vegetables, right?

I roll my eyes, but before I can try another trick, I hear a soft whimper from across the room. Jason—suddenly way too interested in his book now—lazily glances over at Tim, who’s still searching for his things.

“Dude, how do you lose your gear every single day?” Jason asks, barely looking up from his book.

Tim sighs dramatically, rummaging through every drawer like a man on a mission. “I had them two seconds ago! I swear, I—”

SLAM!

Damian tosses his broccoli onto the table and crosses his arms. “This is a disaster. I’m going to my room.”

Okay, I’ve officially lost control of this entire situation. Cass and Duke are both out at school, which is honestly a relief. But they’d come back to total chaos anyway, so—great.

“Jason,” I call out, “can you help Tim find his stuff?”

He gives me a lazy thumbs-up, totally uninterested. The guy’s too absorbed in his book.

It’s up to me. Again.

Some days, being the oldest really sucks.