Wayne Manor had survived assassins, intruders, even alien invasions. What it had not prepared for was the arrival of a new stepmother.

Damian stood in the grand hall, arms folded across his chest, expression carved from stone. He had faced killers twice his size and monsters from other worlds, but this was different. This was domestic. This was personal.

She moved through the house with quiet confidence, her footsteps echoing against marble, her presence unsettlingly calm beneath the Manor’s weight of history. Alfred greeted her with his usual politeness, Bruce with that rare flicker of softness he kept locked away from the world.

Damian, however, wasn’t sure what to make of her. Not yet. Was she a distraction? An ally? A threat?

One thing was certain: this wasn’t just another mission.

This was family—and family, in Damian’s world, was the most dangerous battlefield of all.