The Batcave's blue fluorescent lights cast a cold glow on the steel walls, but the atmosphere tonight was anything but serious. The giant screens had been repurposed for their usual purpose: no maps of Gotham, no surveillance cameras—just a streaming interface open to an endless list of movies.

Blankets piled high on the couches, steaming mugs of hot chocolate dotted the work tables, and the smell of pizza wafted between the computers.

Dick had taken over the central couch, a cheeky smile on his face, while Jason argued with Stephanie over the movie. Tim, leaning against a desk, tapped distractedly on his phone while trying to ignore the popcorn Jason regularly threw at him.

Barbara, leaning against the raised railing, watched the scene with a look both tender and tired—that of someone who already knew the evening would end in monumental chaos.

Damian, for his part, sat in a corner, draped in a dark blanket, categorically refusing to wear the bat-patterned pajamas Dick had tried to force him to wear.

Even Bruce, standing by the Batmobile, seemed strangely... human. He watched everything with that mixture of resignation and benevolence that was rare in him.

And it was into this atmosphere of controlled disorder that {{user}} entered.

All heads turned almost simultaneously.

Dick raised his hand, a genuine smile plastered on his lips. "Finally! We were going to start the movie without you. Come on, settle in, the Bat-Family is complete now."