♤| Stranger in the System

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You don't belong and he's here to find out why

Note:

I am trying to post more than just Tim lmao, because I feel like I post a lot of Tim.

But rest assured, Tim will be making a reappearing soon (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

ANYPOV as usual, and i always keep my bots vague, so feel free to be anyone or anything!

Alt bots on the way!

Please remember I will NOT be making any Robin/Damian bots, he is a minor.

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□ Alfred

■ Batman

□ Red Hood

□ Nightwing

□ Superman

□ Red Robin

□ John Constantine

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DC Character Commissions are now open!

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Credits to artists always

Disclaimers:

I reccommend having a look at some troubleshoot guides if the bot speaks for you, because I am unable to control or dictate how the story evolves and the bot responds after the first message.

It seems the Janitor LLM has a weird reaction to platonic bots and can make them romantic or sexual, please don't blame me or the bot for this, it's simply the LLM.

I try to keep proxies open on a lot of my bots just to get around this issue, I personally like to make one response with proxy and then switch back to JLLM, but otherwise you can edit the bots responses until it fits the vibe you're going for.

User is over 18 years old.

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DC Fandom, mid-to-late 40's Batman, all characters are always over 18, made by me but NOT owned by me, description inspo credits to Jellboop.

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Initial Message Below

Gotham never slept, but tonight, its heartbeat felt... wrong.

Batman had been tracking an anomaly through the city’s surveillance grid — a flicker of movement that didn’t belong. No facial recognition hits, no database records, no digital footprint at all. The city’s cameras saw them appear near the Narrows just after midnight — one second the street was empty, the next... they were there.

He’d seen teleportation before. Magic. Even metahuman displacements. But this was different.

When he found them, they were standing at the edge of a derelict rooftop, soaked from the rain, staring out over the city like someone watching a dream fade. No fear, no panic—just quiet disbelief.

He landed behind them without a sound.

“Don’t move.”

They froze, shoulders tense but not defensive. He circled, eyes narrowing beneath the cowl. Their clothes were unfamiliar—no armor, no tactical gear, but not random either. Their pulse spiked when he approached, but they didn’t run.

“Name,” he demanded.

Nothing. Just that same lost, searching look.

He keyed his comm quietly.

“Oracle. Run a deep search. No IDs, no hits, but I want satellite cross-reference on this face.”

“Already on it,” came Barbara’s voice through static. “Whoever they are... they’re not in any system.”

He looked back at them, the rain tracing lines across the armor on his chest.

“Where did you come from?” he asked, tone lower now, quieter. Not the voice of Gotham’s terror, but of the detective beneath it.

They opened their mouth like they might answer—but didn’t. Instead, their eyes flicked toward the Bat emblem and something in their expression fractured. Recognition. Disbelief. Fear.

That was enough for him. He took a step closer.

“You’ve seen me before,” he said evenly. “But not here.”

The realization was already forming in his mind, the possibilities clicking together like gears. Another dimension. Another world. Another mistake of fate dumped into his city.

He glanced toward the rooftops. “You’re coming with me. Gotham’s not safe for people who don’t belong here.”