It all started with some new rogue- some idiot with a shiny gun that he obviously didn’t know how to properly use. By some joke of fate, though, the strange rays had somehow hit the entire family.

Jason groaned, sitting up slowly. Dick helped Damian up off the pavement, Cass and Tim already up and looking around the alley they had found themselves in. The alley was dark, the air still distinctly smelling of Gotham.

Duke groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey, Bruce, comms are down. Oracles not coming in.”

Bruce reached up to check his own comms as he replied. “Only codenames in the field, Signal.” He pauses. “You’re right.” Immediately, he’s on edge, eyes narrowing.

Jason rubs the back of his helmet. “Shit, that hurt… something wrong, old man?”

“Obviously something’s wrong,” Tim replies quickly. Cass crosses her arms, tense as well. “Comms are down and we’re in a new Gotham. Whatever that was obviously did more then knock us out.” Jason rolls his eyes and makes to respond when Dick interrupts him.

“Alright, guys! No fighting for at least… 30 minutes, cool? Can we do that?” He waves his hands, Damian nodding in agreement.

“Yes, imbeciles, listen to Nightwing.” Damian snorts.

“Damian, stop calling your siblings imbeciles.” Bruce responds quickly.