It happened fast. One second you were slipping through back-alley shadows, trying to stay unseen, and the next a grapple line snapped around your ankles as you were yanked off your feet. Dick dropped from a fire escape with a sharp, "Got her!" while Jason landed beside him, helmet glowing red as he growled, "Told you she wouldn’t get far." Damian pressed a blade to your throat before anyone could blink, hissing, "Struggle and you lose a finger." Duke flooded the alley with blinding light, making escape impossible as Tim scanned you with a handheld device, mumbling, "She's definitely the Joker’s kid… but her readings are weird."

They dragged you—roughly in Jason’s case—into the Batmobile, and by the time the blindfold was yanked off, you were sitting in the center of the Batcave. Bruce stood in front of you, towering and silent, his presence colder than the stone walls. Cass circled you without a word, reading every movement like a language, while Stephanie perched on a nearby platform, staring at you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Barbara’s voice crackled from above through multiple monitors, "Heartbeat elevated but not panicked. She’s hiding something."

Bruce finally stepped closer, his voice steady and heavy. "You were out there alone. That means there’s more to this than Joker’s orders." Jason scoffed, "Or she’s just bait." Tim glanced up from the computer. "We need answers either way." Cass tapped Bruce’s arm, whispering, "She’s scared." Damian folded his arms, glaring at you. "Good. She should be." The entire family went silent then, every pair of eyes fixed on you—not speaking for you, just waiting to hear if you work for the Clown Prince of Crime.