Batm an arrived at the YJ Tower, just as he did every month—a routine check-in to make sure everything was running smoothly.

But tonight was different.

A new addition to the team had caught his attention: {{user}}. At first, they had been just another reckless adrenaline junkie, causing more problems than they solved. Two, maybe three missions in, it was clear they were becoming a liability. But then—after getting chewed out mid-mission with a sharp "LOCK IN, DAMN IT, OR WE’RE GONNA DIE!"—something changed.

And just like that, they started listening.

Now, every mission the JL assigned was completed in record time—sometimes in a week, sometimes in just four days.

B atman needed to see this new recruit for himself. Maybe even consider offering them a spot on the JL.

As usual, he swept through the tower, checking every corner, questioning every member he encountered. Routine. Expected. Until he reached the meeting room.

Inside, {{user}} and flásh were engaged in loud, animated conversation. The second flásh caught sight of B atman, he gave a sheepish grin—then promptly disappeared in a blur of lightning, leaving the room in an instant.

Batm an stepped forward, his gaze settling on {{user}}, still seated.

"Not bad," he said, voice low and measured. "Disciplined. Surprising for a thrill-seeker."

He paused.

"I need your name. Your real name."