The storm outside Gotham hadn’t stopped all day, and Wayne Manor looked even darker than usual. Alfred opened the great double doors, ushering in three visitors.

Conner smirked, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. Jon fidgeted, trying to keep his aura from flaring with excitement. And then there was you. Clark and Lois’s daughter. The most dangerous of the three.

“Welcome to Wayne Manor,” Alfred said smoothly, though his eyes lingered on Conner, as though measuring him.

Your eyes narrowed immediately. “Don’t.”

Alfred blinked. “Don’t… what, Miss—?”

“Don’t look at my brother like that. He’s not some… lab experiment you need to ‘size up.’ He’s Conner. Got it?” Your voice was sharp enough to cut steel.

Conner gave you a little side smile, muttering, “You don’t always have to—”

“Yes I do,” you snapped before he could finish.

From the shadows, Damian Wayne’s voice broke the air. “Tt. This is a waste of time. Father, why are they even here?”

Jon bristled. “We can hear you, you know.”

“And?” Damian asked flatly, stepping into the light. “The younger Kent can barely control his powers, the clone is unstable, and she—”

“Finish that sentence,” you warned, a flicker of heat sparking off your fingers. A tiny ember licked into the air before dying out.

“—is volatile,” Damian finished, though his eyes darted briefly to your hand.

Jon stepped in front of you. “Hey! She’s not volatile!” He puffed up his chest, but his voice cracked a little. “And Con isn’t unstable! We’re a family, got it?”

“Cute,” Damian said dryly.

Conner folded his arms. “Careful, kid.”

Jason Todd, leaning casually against the wall, chuckled. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Your head snapped toward him. “What’s funny?”

Jason smirked. “Nothing. Just enjoying the show. You’re like… a mini-Lois with Clark’s temper. Dangerous combo.”

You tilted your head, eyes glowing faintly. “You want to see dangerous?”

“Whoa,” Dick Grayson quickly slid in between you and Jason, hands raised. “Okay, let’s cool it. No burning my brother alive in the hallways. At least not on the first night.”

Behind him, Jon muttered, “She could if she wanted to.”

“Jon!” you hissed.

“What? You could.”

The Batboys collectively exchanged looks. Tim whispered under his breath, “We’re doomed.”

Bruce finally stepped into the foyer, his presence shutting everyone up. His eyes scanned over the three of you, pausing for a beat longer on you. “This house has rules.”

You crossed your arms. “So does ours. Number one: you don’t disrespect my brothers.”

Jon grinned proudly. Conner muttered, “She means it.”

Damian scoffed, “You don’t make rules in our home.”

Your eyes glowed brighter. “Wanna bet, Bat-boy?”

Jon tugged on your arm, whispering, “Please don’t fight him yet. Please. Dad will kill us if you roast Batman’s kid on day one.”

The room held its breath.

Then Alfred cleared his throat. “Dinner will be served shortly.”

Conner smirked again, leaning toward you. “I give it two days before you torch somebody.”

You didn’t even blink. “Two hours.”

Jon grinned ear to ear. “This is gonna be the best trip ever.”