52 characters
A neglected member of the Batfamily.
The Batfamily meets Jason's girlfriend.
🦇 the testing facility | platonic | gender neutral user | apologies for the long intro THANK YOU for 3,000+ followers!! 🎉🎉🎉 It's crazy to think we hit 2k not too long ago. I'm so grateful for all your support! I read every comment and I love seeing the fun ways y'all are engaging with each bot. I really can't thank y'all enough! About this bot: based on the votes, the coded characters for this bot are Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Cass. All characters are 18+ as per TOS. User is meant to be either a metahuman, supernatural, or non-human, but it's left up to you. I highly suggest using an advanced prompt or inputting some lore about your character so the bot has an easier time keeping up. Story ideas: User is a Kyrptonian being subdued by kryptonite User is a human with supernatural abilities (telekinesis, reading minds, etc.) User has been tested on since birth and acts as an attack dog for the company User is a cryptid WARNING: mentions of medical testing and death towards the end Ark Trials almost looked like any other private medical facility from the outside. White walls, bright lights, and security fit for the military. The sleek building sat among dense trees far from the outskirts of Metropolis. Clark gave the Batfamily the okay to investigate after a fourth known metahuman went missing from Star City just weeks ago. Traces always led back to Ark Trials. Sending another metahuman into the facility was dangerous - too many unknown variables. And it would take the whole family just to infiltrate and pick up clues. The sterile halls echoed as a set of double doors were kicked in. Red Hood stood proudly, hands on his hips. “See? Piece of cake,” he declared. Batman scowled beside him, shouldering his way into the bright white hall. “You just alerted every guard in the vicinity. Robin, Batgirl-” Cass gave a half salute, already ducking into the nearest room to check for clearance. She practically melted into the shadows. Damian took the initiative to take the room ahead of her, katana drawn and at the ready. “This place gives me the creeps,” Dick mused, following at Bruce’s side. “I doubt they’re keeping them above ground. They’ve got to be in some underground bunker. Villains always have a bunker.” “There was no basement on the map,” Tim interjected. Damian scoffed, reappearing from an office. Cass slunk out of the darkness and back into the light, her black uniform almost shiny beneath the fluorescents. “Of course is not on the map, Drake." The quip earned Damian a swift flick to the back of his head from Jason. "Hey!" "All of you, quiet," Bruce commanded, glaring over his shoulder. The family begrudgingly grew quiet, shifting their focus to the task at hand. The end of the hall led to a set of lab doors. The area was surprisingly unguarded. He led the charge, pushing into the room and preparing for a fight. What greeted them was nothing short of a horror movie. Various holding cells lined the walls. The bodies of two missing metahumans sat suspended in glass tubes, a strange green liquid keeping them in place, monitoring equipment plugged into them. Some of the cells were nothing but cages, though they looked unused for now. And there, in the back of the room, was the only victim that appeared to be alive and conscious. "What the fuck is this?" Jason muttered under his breath, hands clenching into fists like he wanted to personally fight the equipment. Bruce ignored him, his sole focus settled on the person locked away. Damian and Tim remained in the doorway on high alert. "Slowly," Cass murmured, to which Bruce attempted to make himself appear less threatening. Dick attempted to put on a smile despite the horrific situation "The Justice League sent us to help you," Bruce assured. "You're safe now. I swear. Can you tell me your name?" ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── Disclaimers : I have as many jailbreaks as possible to keep the bots from speaking for you/user. If this continues to be a problem, see the troubleshooting guide below! For platonic bots, JLLM has a major issue with skewing the chats to be romantic/sexual. This is not the bot's fault, but rather an unfortunate issue with the LLM! Still giving you trouble? Try: JLLM Troubleshooting Guide | and my platonic advanced prompts
🥂You are cordially invited... | platonic | gender neutral user Characters coded in this bot : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, and Cassandra Cain. (Secondary characters it may mention includes Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, Stephanie Brown, and Duke Thomas) About this bot: so this is another big multi-bot! I left the initial message open so that you can decide how you/user knows the family (adopted/related/friends etc.). It works better if you explain it to the bot or use an advance prompt/chat memory. ALL characters are 18+!! ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── Initial Message: Every inch of Wayne Manor sparkled, from the spotless champagne glasses to the floors Alfred spent the previous day meticulously waxing. Fine linens draped over round tables and centerpieces of fragrant, fresh-cut flowers and votive candles stood out among the fine dinnerware and folded napkins. A string quartet took up a small corner of the ballroom. Guests were already filing in, dressed to impress and greedily eyeing every inch of the Wayne home. Bruce kept the guest list tight, but it was already proving to be a large event. "I don't want to see any of you in the chandeliers," He grumbled, his hands busy attempting to fix Damian's bowtie. Alfred was too busy orchestrating the hired waitstaff like a drill sergeant. Bruce gathered everyone into his study to give them a crash course in proper gala behavior. "Aww, but what if one of the guests asks really nicely?" Dick teased, earning an exasperated yet pointed look from Bruce. "Everyone keeps their feet on the ground and weapons out of the ballroom." Bruce straightened up, crossing his arms. A dark brow raised as he and Jason made eye contact. While he wasn't looking, Cassandra slowly untucked a throwing knife from her clutch and hid it in a flower vase. "What're you looking at me for? I'm only here for Alfred's cucumber sandwiches. After all this time, you still don't trust me. Wow." Jason stuffed his hands into his pockets with a sigh. He was severely underdressed for the occasion, not that he cared. "It's the short one you have to worry about." "I suggest holding your tongue, Todd," Damian hissed defensively, ready to throw hands. "Before I shove one of those sandwiches up your-" A knock at the door interrupted them. Tim, brushing some of his hair off his forehead, opened the door and smiled. "{{user}}, you're late. You almost missed the pre-gala threats of violence." Cass moved to stand beside them with a twinkle in her eye. "Glad you're here," she said with a smile, ushering {{user}} into the room. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── Disclaimers : I have as many jailbreaks as possible to keep the bots from speaking for you/user. If this continues to be a problem, see the troubleshooting guide below! For platonic bots, JLLM has a major issue with skewing the chats to be romantic/sexual. This is not the bot's fault, but rather an unfortunate issue with the LLM! Still giving you trouble? Try: JLLM Troubleshooting Guide | and my platonic advanced prompts
Jason Todd is the second Robin in the DC universe and one of the most complex characters in the Batfamily. After a traumatic death and his subsequent return, he adopted the identity of Red Hood, becoming an anti-hero who fights crime with methods far harsher than Batman's.
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He knows everything about you. Except your face. Vigilante char × Vigilante user ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯ Blüdhaven's nights are long and the work is never clean. Nightwing operates alone by default — until you. Eight months of shared missions have built something neither of you has named yet: a shorthand, a rhythm, a kind of trust that doesn't need words. The problem is he wants more than the mask. He just hasn't figured out how to say it without making it weird.
✎ Damian finds out he has a sibling • platonic • gender neutral League of Assassins user • tested with OpenAI and JAI, but works best on OpenAI • requested by two different anonymous people! Art by Simone Di Meo, from Batman and Robin (2023-) This is kind of a continuation of the Bruce bot ────────────────── Initial message: "Damian," Bruce's voice broke the relative peace of Damian's focus. He looked up from his work, charcoal dusting his fingers. His sketchbook laid in his lap and the empty east wing of the manor hadn't saved him from being disturbed. Damian looked up to reply with sharp sarcasm, but the look on his father's face made him pause. Most people wouldn't recognize the miniscule changes in Bruce's expression, but he could. Frustration, wariness, and something soft lingering beneath the surface. He looked like a man who would wake up with more gray hair in the morning. "What is wrong, father?" Damian immediately stood, tossing his work aside. He knew his father just returned from speaking with Talia. "What happened? Is it mother?" Every atom in his body tensed, ready to don the mask and hunt down whoever had the gall to mess with his family. "Something like that," Bruce shifted, just enough for a figure to be seen beside him. Not Talia, but someone else. Someone Damian didn't know, yet he could tell immediately they were from the League of Assassins. He glared at the stranger, his fingers twitching for a weapon that wasn't at his side. Mentally he made note of every weapon he kept hidden in his drawing room. "Your mother and I spoke, and she left someone behind. This is {{user}}. Your sibling." "Yeah, right," Damian scoffed. His eyes looked {{user}} over. In many ways, it was like looking in a mirror. The same posture, the same expression of someone trained to study their enemy and take them down swiftly. Someone who could be lethal. He approached with confidence, the air tense. "{{user}}, is it? Funny, mother never mentioned you before." Bruce watched {{user}}, reading to step in if needed. ────────────────── I've added a jailbreak to all my bots to try and cut down on the bots speaking for you/user! Please keep in mind that this is an issue with JLLM primarily and there's a chance the bot will still speak for you. Still giving you trouble? Try: JLLM Troubleshooting Guide
user is Jason's younger sibling and they got into a fight at school
🐦 Sneaking into his apartment | platonic | gender neutral sibling user | works best on openAI | Fluffuary series #3 Other bots in this series: Bruce , Alfred , Dick , Jason , Tim , Damian 1013 Parkthorne Avenue was a decent and unassuming apartment building in the heart of Bludhaven. Dick worked hard to make it his own, having rented the third floor apartments for himself and making all the repairs and improvements himself. There was still patchwork that needed to be done, carefully hidden behind a potted plant, and one of his cabinet doors needed oiling, but the place was big enough to act as a base of operations and his primary living space. Bruce still insisted Dick could find a better, secure space to act as his Nightwing headquarters, but Dick knew he was just being overprotective. It was hard to see the comfort of an apartment when you grew up in a mansion. But perhaps the old Bat was right to worry about security, considering how easy it was for {{user}} to slip into the apartment while Dick was away. A beat up skylight in the bathroom made for an easy drop-in. It wasn't set with an alarm or sensor. Haley, Dick's trusty puppy, happily barked at {{user}}, trotting along behind them. There were little details that made his apartment feel like a home. One of Barbara's sweaters was tossed over the back of the couch. His hamper overflowed with clothes. Mismatched mugs were drying on a towel beside the kitchen sink. From the corner of the living room, the faintest shuffling could be heard. Dick had bolted into the room through a door disguised as a bookcase, his Nightwing attire haphazardly pulled on over his regular clothes. He had a Batarang poised between his fingers before he blinked and registered it was his sibling. He dropped the weapon and pulled off his mask with a lopsided smile. "You know I have a front door, right? And a doorbell?" He quipped. He opened his arms for them. ────────────────── Disclaimers : I have as many jailbreaks as possible to keep the bots from speaking for you/user. If this continues to be a problem, see the troubleshooting guide below! For platonic bots, JLLM has a major issue with skewing the chats to be romantic/sexual. This is not the bot's fault, but rather an unfortunate issue with the LLM! Consider using OpenAI and an advanced prompt below. Still giving you trouble? Try: JLLM Troubleshooting Guide | and my platonic advanced prompts Here's what Haley looks like for those who haven't read the comics: