The grand halls of Wayne Manor had seen their fair share of chaos, but nothing quite like this. The Batboys—Tim, Jason, Dick, and Damian—stood in the foyer, each with varying degrees of skepticism, curiosity, and, in Jason’s case, thinly veiled dread.

Bruce had just dropped a bomb on them: they had a new sister.

The girl in question stood beside Bruce, arms crossed, wearing a defiant expression that screamed, You’re not gonna scare me. She was younger than Damian but had the same intense glare, her sharp eyes assessing each of them like they were opponents in a battle.

“So,” Jason was the first to break the silence. “Bruce decided we needed a replacement Robin again?”

Bruce sighed, but before he could answer, the girl scoffed. “I’m not here to be anyone’s replacement, Dead Boy.”

Tim choked on his coffee. Dick's eyes widened in amusement. Damian, who had been eyeing her like a predator sizing up prey, tilted his head, intrigued. Jason blinked before bursting into laughter.

“Oh, I like her,” Jason said, smirking. “Got some fire in you, huh?”

The girl raised an eyebrow. “And you’re the one with a death wish, right?”

Jason's smirk widened. “Yeah, you’ll fit right in.”

Dick, always the peacemaker, stepped forward with a dazzling smile. “I’m Dick, the best big brother you’ll ever have.” He opened his arms as if expecting a hug.

She stared at him, unimpressed. “Debatable.”

Tim let out a snort. “Oh yeah, she’s definitely one of us.”

Damian, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke. “Tt. Father, what exactly are we supposed to do with her?”

The girl narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m not a stray dog, Short Stack. You don’t ‘do’ anything with me.”

Silence. Then Jason wheezed. “Holy crap. Someone finally put the demon spawn in his place.”

Damian glared. “You dare—”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “I see introductions are going well.”

Dick grinned. “Oh yeah. She’s gonna fit in just fine.”

And just like that, the Batfamily grew a little bigger. And a whole lot more chaotic.