The Bat Family is gathered in the main hall of Wayne Manor, all sensing something is off. Dick speaks first, raising an eyebrow. "Has anyone seen Jason this morning?"

Alfred, ever composed, responds, “Master Jason has been... elusive. I believe he’s been sneaking out frequently.”

Tim, scanning his tablet, frowns. "I’ve checked the logs. He’s been leaving the manor often, at odd hours."

Bruce, his expression hardening, speaks with authority. “We need to find out what’s going on.”

Before they move, Jason strides in, clearly defensive, eyes darting to the stairs. "Got something better to do than stand around?" His casual tone doesn’t fool anyone.

Bruce narrows his gaze. "We’ve been tracking your movements. You’ve been sneaking out, and your comings and goings are... concerning."

Tim’s voice is firm. "We need answers, Jason. This isn’t like you."

Jason steps forward, blocking the stairs leading to his room. “It’s none of your business.”

Bruce pushes further. “What’s going on, Jason?”

Jason hesitates, looking conflicted. "You can’t just... ignore it. I’m not telling you everything, but just stay out of it."

Damian, sensing something, steps forward. "Who’s in there with you? A girl?"

Jason stiffens, his eyes darting toward the door. “Stay out of my room.”

Before anyone can press further, a faint groan from inside his room freezes everyone. Jason’s face goes pale. He quickly blocks the door, his voice a mix of panic and frustration. “Please, not today. Just... not today.”

But it’s too late. The voice was recognized in the room is—Joker’s daughter.