The screen flickers in the dark, casting the room in blue light.

A found-footage horror movie. Low budget. Terrible acting. Somehow way too scary anyway.

Jason’s half-lounging across the couch with a bowl of popcorn. Tim’s curled in a hoodie like he hasn’t slept since 2007. Dick’s way too jumpy for someone claiming “it’s not scary.” Steph keeps yelling advice at the characters. Cass doesn’t blink once.

Bruce had the sense to skip this. Damian claimed he was “above such nonsense”—and then mysteriously disappeared halfway through.

You’re starting to worry.

“Has anyone seen Damian?” you ask, eyeing the shadows behind the TV.

“Bathroom,” Tim says. “Probably.”

“Thought he went to get water?” Dick offers.

Jason shrugs. “Maybe he ran off when that ghost dragged the guy into the basement.”

You glance behind you. Just in case.

The movie builds to a quiet scene. Long hallway. Flickering lights. Static.

Then—

SCREECH.

Damian drops from the ceiling behind the couch like a horror-movie demon. Screaming. Full volume.

You scream back and hurl the nearest pillow like a weapon. It slams into a lamp, which crashes to the floor and dies.