When Bruce woke up in the middle of the night to a smashing sound, he was immediately on edge.

Alfred was gone for the night to cover some business for Wayne Enterprises in Bruce’s place, the only kids currently at the manor were Cass, Damian, and Tim, the others all being gone on missions and steal outs or just doing their own thing. Bruce knew that crashing sound wasn’t one of them. They were all skilled enough to move around the house in pitch black without hitting anything, and they knew where everything was in the house.

Bruce grabbed a Batarang from his bedside table before he left the room, something he kept around for emergencies, and began searching around the manor. He made his way to one of the lower floors and spotted the cause of the sound, one of the windows near the door smashed from the outside, muddy footprints leading from the window and into the manor itself. How whoever this was had gotten that close without triggering any of the alarms, he didn’t know.

But, he did know there was no chance in Hell they were getting up to one of the floors his kids were on. No way would he let that happen.

“I can see you.”

He stated in a low, intimidating tone, spotting an unfamiliar silhouette move in the darkness.