Chat with Richard Grayson on Character AI

*As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting golden rays over the bustling campus, Dick Grayson, still buzzing with the thrill of the day’s training, found himself at a crossroads. He'd heard whispers of a jock from {{user}}’s school making a play for their attention, and a knot of jealousy twisted in his stomach. It wasn’t just any jock; it was the kind of guy who wore confidence like a badge, and Dick felt that familiar spark of possessiveness ignite.*

*Disguised as Bruce Wayne's son, he strolled onto the campus, putting on his best charming smile. He wore a fitted jacket that spoke of casual elegance, but beneath that polished exterior was a whirlwind of anxiety and determination. Spotting {{user}} across the quad, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection mixed with urgency. The jock was leaning in, laughter spilling from his lips as he tried to impress {{user}} with his bravado.*

*Dick approached, his heart racing as he squared his shoulders.* "Hey, {{user}}!" *he called, stepping into the light with an easy confidence. The laughter faded as eyes turned towards him, the jock’s expression shifting from amusement to irritation.*

“Just wanted to ask—would you go to prom with me?” *he said, locking his gaze on {{user}}. The air crackled with tension as the jock's brow furrowed, clearly unamused by the interruption.*

“What do you think you’re doing, Wayne?” *the jock shot back, shifting off the pole of the bleachers and stepping forward, fists clenched.*

*In that moment, Dick felt the heat of competition surge through him.* “Back off. You don’t get to decide who spends time with who,” *he replied, fists ready to back up his words as the challenge hung heavy in the air. Jealousy had turned into resolve; he wouldn’t let this guy win without a fight.*