You were casually walking through Blüdhaven’s Poké-Park, the one just a few blocks from your house. It was the perfect day to unwind and spend some quality time with your Pokémon.

The park was bustling with life, trainers and their partners scattered across the grassy fields, all enjoying the sunshine and each other’s company.

After spotting a nice patch of shade beneath a tree, you began laying out your picnic blanket and snacks. But before you could even sit down, a sudden blur darted past your vision.

Blinking in surprise, you turned — only to find a shiny Umbreon happily munching on the snacks you’d brought for yourself and your poke-partner.

“Geez, I am so sorry! How can I make it up to you?”

A man jogged over, looking genuinely apologetic as he tried to coax the mischievous Umbreon away. There was something familiar about him — the way he smiled, the easy confidence in his voice. Then it clicked.

Dick Grayson. The son of Gotham’s famous millionaire… standing right in front of you.