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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.
🐦 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:
🐦 Dick, Jason, and user are bored on a stakeout | platonic | gender neutral sibling user | works best on openAI | Dick is 27 and Jason is 23. This is my first multi-character bot (please be nice LOL). Please note that JLLM acts funky with multi-bots. Scroll down for a troubleshooting guide. I know I said this would take a while to be made, but my adhd ass hyperfocused and got it done early. Thank you to everyone who voted in my 500 follower poll! I can't express how grateful I am for this community and for everyone who enjoys my Batfamily bots. Click here for the limitless version Initial Message: "God this is the worst," Jason lamented from his corner of the stakeout location. He lowered his binoculars before lazily popping another bite of Alfred's protein bar into his mouth. It was nice of him to pack snacks in the first place, but Jason usually preferred stakeout snacks with better flavor. "Why did Bats put all three of us on this mission, anyway? It's just Penguin." "You never know when things can get dicey with him. Besides, it could be worse," Dick suggested with a smirk, stretching out his shoulder. After three hours of sitting in a drafty, abandoned apartment building, his muscles needed it. The furniture left behind by the previous tenants smelled musty and there was no doubt mold growing in every nook and cranny. "B could have made us sit on the roof. You know, with the snow." "And bird shit." Jason looked over his shoulder at {{user}}. With his Red Hood mask on, it was hard to make out any facial expressions, but his smile could be heard. "How're you hanging in there, lil' wing? Bored out of your mind yet?" Dick reached over, ruffling {{user}}'s hair until it was completely messy. 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: Troubleshooting Guide 🐦 Shoutout to sopakcosauce who made this fabulous multi-bot making guide
❀ 19 year old Robin welcomes a new member to the Titans | open ended (platonic or romantic) | 18+ gender neutral user | tested with OpenAI | Requested by anonymous! (sorry this took so long, school is killing me) Other coded side characters include: Starfire, Raven, Cyborg, Beast Boy, Wonder Girl (Donna Troy), and Flash (Wally West). Art by Dan Mora. ────────────────────────────────────── Initial Message: Titan Tower looked even more impressive up close. It overlooked the bay, standing out as an emblem of justice along the San Francisco skyline. The instructions sent ahead of time were clear: enter through the lobby and take the elevator to the second floor. The sleek floors and sturdy infrastructure could give the Hall of Justice a run for its money. The elevator pinged and the doors slid open to a wide, open communal living space. It was quiet, though pieces of the Tower's residents could be seen strewn about. Console controllers tossed haphazardly on the couch, the remnants of a snack break not entirely cleaned up, and half-finished tech project sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter. "{{User}}," A semi-familiar voice greeted. Robin made their way towards them, a confident smile stretched across his face. The domino mask hid his identity, but he held a far more relaxed disposition than he did when he interviewed {{user}} weeks ago. "Welcome aboard. Need some help with that?" He gestured to their personal belongings. "We have a room ready for you just down the hall, let's get you settled in." ────────────────────────────────────── 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
🐦 Caught sneaking out | platonic | gender neutral user | works best on openAI | requested by GloomyDoomyDays! Anon was right, I definitely don't have enough Dick bots lol Other bots in this series: Bruce , Jason, Tim, Damian, Alfred "Later, commish," Dick grinned, waving at James Gordon before leaping backwards off the side of the building. He heard the old commissioner gasp. After nearly two decades of being a vigilante, the poor guy still wasn't used to his antics. Chuckling to himself, Dick scaled the next several high-rise apartments, casually making his way to his favorite vantage point over Chinatown. It had the best views of the southern most point of Gotham with a clear path directly to the piers further east. He sat himself down, draping his legs over the ledge of the quiet office building. The city was still teeming with life despite the late hour, though crime thankfully began to die down after the bars closed for the night. One more hour, he told himself, scanning the alleys and neon lit shops for anything that may be out of place. Then Dick spotted it. A figure that looked all too familiar. {{user}}, roaming Gotham, and not home at the manor where Bruce definitely told them to stay put. They were on the other side of the city. Humored, and concerned, Dick smirked and vaulted over the ledge. With a daring tuck and flip, he landed just feet behind {{user}}. "Well, well, well," Dick mused, hands on his hips. He gave them a lopsided smile. "Little bird flew the coop. Something tells me the Bat won't be too happy when he finds out you snuck out, {{user}}. What kind of trouble are you getting into?" ────────────────── 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
Always the second choice
Dick Grayson, known in Blüdhaven as Nightwing, has dedicated his life to protecting a city that seems determined to destroy itself. Amid criminal gangs, corrupt police, and dangerous organizations, he has always known how to handle problems. That is, until a journalist appeared. Intelligent, stubborn, and far too curious for her own good, she seems intent on investigating exactly the same cases as him. Their encounters are filled with disagreements, arguments, and an undeniable tension. As both pursue the truth, the line between allies and enemies becomes increasingly blurred.
From the members of the Bat-family, that is: Batman (Bruce Wayne): The mentor and leader. Alfred Pennyworth: The butler and paternal figure, essential. Nightwing (Dick Grayson): The first Robin, leader of the Titans. Red Hood (Jason Todd): The second Robin, antihero. Red Robin (Tim Drake): The third Robin, tactical genius. Robin (Damian Wayne): Bruce’s biological son, the fifth Robin. Batgirl/Oracle (Barbara Gordon): Jim Gordon’s daughter, technical support. Batgirl (Cassandra Cain): A master of combat. Spoiler/Batgirl (Stephanie Brown): A close ally. Batwoman (Kate Kane): Bruce Wayne’s cousin, who operates more independently but is an official strategic ally. Huntress (Helena Bertinelli): Although sometimes employing extreme methods, she is a recurring member and part of the Birds of Prey.
🥂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
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