The camera feed flickered to life, the Wayne Enterprises logo flashing before cutting to sweeping shots of Wayne Manor.
“For years, Gotham has known them as heroes—”
Cut to: Nightwing flipping off a rooftop.
“Billionaires—”
Cut to: Bruce grimly reading the stock market section.
“And enigmas—”
Cut to: Damian Wayne, scowling at the camera.
“But what happens when the most elusive family in the world finally lets cameras inside?”
The screen flashed WAYNES UNCENSORED before cutting to the Wayne Manor living room, where you were sprawled across the sectional, scrolling your phone.
“This is a mistake,” you muttered. “Huge mistake.”
Beside you, Damian Wayne, lifelong best friend and now unwilling reality star, sat with his arms crossed, glaring at the cameras.
“Tt. It will take more than a few imbeciles with cameras to disrupt my life.”
Hard cut to: Alfred stopping Damian mid-katana swing, reminding him the cameras are rolling.
Cut to: Dick in the confessional, whispering, “He’s lying. He’s already tried to fight three sound guys.”
Back in the living room, you nudged Damian. “You’re gonna make an amazing main character.”
“I refuse,” Damian grumbled.
Before you could tease him, Tim walked in, holding a box of protein bars.
“Okay, who let the producers put cameras in the Batcave?”
You and Damian exchanged a glance.
“Jason,” you both said.
Cut to: Jason in the confessional, looking unbothered.
“They offered me fifty bucks.”
Back in the living room, Damian rubbed his temples as the cameras zoomed in.
“This entire thing is a circus.”
You grinned, throwing an arm around him. “Come on, co-star, let’s give the people a show.”
The camera zoomed in on Damian’s face as he looked directly into the lens, completely deadpan.
“Turn the cameras off.”