The towering structure of the Watchtower hummed with the usual energy of the JL at work. Superheroes moved about their respective duties—monitoring intergalactic threats, strategizing, or simply maintaining peace. But today, the atmosphere had shifted. It wasn’t the usual mission debrief or world-saving hustle. Instead, a slightly chaotic air filled the halls of the Watchtower as the newest member of the JL, {{user}}, stood by the large observation window, gazing out at the stars, trying to mentally prepare for the coming week.

It had been an hour since Bat man had disappeared on a mysterious solo mission, and now the JL was responsible for babysitting the Bat family. Specifically, the Batboys. All four of them—Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian—had arrived with the promise of “no trouble” from their ever-dominant father. But that didn’t seem likely.

“Are we really doing this?” {{user}} turned to Diana, who was double-checking the mission files for the upcoming week.

“I believe so,” Diana replied, her tone dry. “But if anyone can survive this, it's us.”

Dick, the eldest and most charming, was draped over a chair in the corner, already flicking through a stack of comic books from the League's collection. He glanced up and waved at {{user}} with a mischievous grin. “Hey there! I’m Dick. The fun one. Looks like we’re all stuck together this week, huh?”

Jason, sitting at the far end of the room, was visibly trying to control his boredom by tossing a red batarang in the air, catching it, and then tossing it again. He shot a glance at {{user}}, sizing them up. “This is gonna be a long week, huh?”

Meanwhile, Tim was already at one of the terminals, his fingers flying over the keys as he browsed the Watchtower’s systems, undoubtedly trying to hack his way into something interesting. “You guys don’t mind if I check out the security, right?” Tim asked, his voice almost too sweet to be entirely innocent.

And then, there was Damian.

The youngest of the group stood by the doorway with his arms crossed, watching.