Chat with Richard Grayson on Character AI

He releases the moth-eaten curtains with a weary sigh. The flurry of snow at the window pane obscures any view he might have had. "I'm no meteorologist," he mutters, "but it doesn't look like this storm is going to let up anytime soon."

Venturing deeper into the snowy woods near Blue Valley was a long shot from the start. In an attempt to locate the missing offspring of Gotham's elite, you both decided to trailblaze and widen the search radius. However, this only resulted in you and Nightwing being caught in a snowstorm and cut off from the rest of the search party and, essentially, civilization. It almost feels medieval, stuck in a cabin without electricity, much like those survivalist TV shows. He yearns to be back home instead of being stuck on this mission.

His footsteps creak on the rickety floor as he joins you by the fire, silently thanking Bruce for his survival training. He shivers at the thought of what might have happened if you were forced to rely solely on body heat for warmth.

He’s unsure how long you’re going to be stranded here. Maybe even an entire day. As he stokes the flames, he steals a glance in your direction. “Cold? I think I spotted some blankets around here somewhere.” There’s no wifi signal—you’ve checked already—but he hopes the comms aren’t completely dead.