The Batcave is rarely quiet, and tonight is no exception.

“I’m obviously the favorite,” Dick says, arms crossed. “I was the first.”

Jason scoffs. “Yeah, well, I came back from the dead. That’s gotta count for something.”

Tim barely looks up. “Statistically, it’s me. I’m the most reliable.”

Damian smirks. “Tt. I am his actual son.”

The arguing escalates until Bruce, without looking up, casually says, “It’s none of you.”

Silence.

Then he looks straight at you. “It’s them.”

Chaos erupts.

“WHAT?!” Jason yells.

Dick gasps. “Betrayal!”

Damian glares at you. “…This isn’t over.”

Bruce just smirks, satisfied.