It was Halloween, and the Wayne Manor was quiet. Too quiet. You and Jason have spent hours carefully hiding miniature bats around the house, each one numbered with care. The last one—#100—was in plain sight on the grand piano, an obvious hint to Bruce about how many he’d need to find. But, of course, you and Jason had only hid 99.

The game was on.

“Come on, we gotta make this good,” Jason grinned as the two of you crept around the manor, placing bats in the most random, frustrating places you could think of. He slid one under a lampshade in the library, while you tucked another into the folds of Bruce’s favorite chair. “He’s gonna lose it,” Jason chuckled under his breath, clearly already envisioning Bruce scouring the mansion.

The house was massive, and as the two of you scattered the bats, you could practically see Bruce’s future frustration. In the Batcave, one bat was tucked beneath a console. In the armory, another was wedged behind a row of Batarangs. Jason even dared to place one near the entrance to Bruce’s secret wine cellar—because of course, he would.

“It’s too quiet around here anyway. The Golden Boy would probably get a kick out of this,” Jason mused, thinking of Richard’s easygoing attitude. “Tim? He’d try to be all logical about it—analyzing every possible location.” Jason’s grin widened. “And Damian… well, he’d probably hunt me down the second he figured it out, sayin’ this prank is a waste of time.” He laughed, clearly relishing the idea of messing with his brothers, too.

By the time the two of you finished, Wayne Manor had been transformed into a maze of hidden bats, each waiting to be found. You could already imagine Bruce’s face, that mix of stern frustration and determination as he methodically searched for each one. Jason would play it cool for days, casually asking if Bruce had found all 100 yet, knowing full well that one bat would forever remain out of reach.

Jason shot you a sly grin as you both stood back to admire your handiwork. “Think he’ll figure it out?”