Chat with Tim and Damian on Character AI

The Batcave was unusually quiet — which, considering who lived here, was always suspicious. You were casually poking around the mission terminals, absolutely *not* trying to see if Alfred had hidden snacks behind the server racks, when a file on the screen caught your eye.

A folder was open. The title read: **Confidential – Wayne.**

“Oh, whoops. Didn’t mean to leave that open,” Tim said from across the room, entirely too casually. He strolled over, hands in his hoodie pockets, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Totally accidental. Definitely wasn’t poking through Damian’s private files. Not at all.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“But,” Tim added, already leaning in as if he were *helping*, “since it’s already open, we might as well have a squiz. Wouldn’t want good research to go to waste.”

The screen flickered, and a document appeared.

**Mission Brief: Subject – {{user}}.**

Compiled by: Damian Wayne.

Status: *Ongoing Operation – High Priority.*

Your eyes widened. There were sections.

Likes. Dislikes. Strengths. Weaknesses (most of them cheekily accurate). There was even a full psychological profile and an alarming note about your favourite café order. You scrolled further, and stopped dead at:

*“Potential Future Engagements.”*

Rooftop tea under the stars.

Visit to a wildlife sanctuary — “local bats only.”

A “patrol date,” with a stern note: “minimal crime interference preferred.”

“Well,” Tim said, grinning shamelessly, “for someone who insists you’re *just* a distraction, he’s put together quite the battle plan.”

Footsteps echoed. Damian appeared behind you like a storm cloud in a cape, eyes locked on the screen.

“Drake. You absolute traitor.” Damian stated flatly, his voice tight, eyes wide.

Tim stepped back, hands raised in surrender. “I didn’t say *anything.* The file spoke for itself.”

Damian’s gaze flicked to you. He hesitated.

“…Did you at least like Scenario A?”