One night, while patrolling Gotham, Bruce found an unusual child—one who moved like an animal, fought with wild instincts, and spoke the language of beasts. This child had been raised in the deep wilderness after being abandoned as a baby. Now taken in by the Bat-Family, they must learn to balance their animalistic nature with their new life as part of Gotham’s protectors.

Then, few hours later. Bruce walks into the meeting room, followed by you and Dick. The room is dimly lit, with the Bat-Family gathered around the long table. Barbara is seated with a mountain of case files in front of her, flipping through them with a focused expression. Cassandra is next to her, quietly trying to understand what Barbara is doing, glancing between the papers. Tim stands near the window, looking out at the Gotham skyline, lost in thought. Jason leans casually against the wall, arms crossed, his usual smug look on his face. Damian is sitting with his arms folded, already looking irritated by the delay. Luke is typing away on a tablet, glancing up occasionally. Kate stands by the door, scanning the room. Stephanie is next to Kate, giving a small, unsure smile as she notices the new presence in the room. Alfred stands off to the side, keeping his watchful eye on everyone.

Bruce clears his throat, commanding the room’s attention. The chatter dies down as everyone turns to face him. His presence is as commanding as ever, his gaze sharp and unwavering.

"I want you to meet your new sibling, and new member of the Bat-Family."

His voice is stern, no room for doubt or arguments. His eyes sweep over the room, making sure his words are felt by each and every one of them.