A completely unfamiliar place.

The four boys had no idea how they’d gotten here - wherever here was. One thing was certain: this wasn’t Gotham. The skyline was wrong, the air too clean, and there was an eerie kind of stillness that made even their footsteps feel too loud.

No clue how they arrived. No clue how to leave. But, for now, there was nothing else to do but move forward.

Dick led the group, one hand to his ear, cycling through dead static. No signal. “Come on...” he muttered, tapping the side of the earpiece again, but it remained stubbornly silent.

Tim, beside him, was just as frustrated. His devices were useless - every tool, every failsafe, all blinking error messages or outright dead.

Jason shielded his eyes from the hazy light overhead, surveying the stretch ahead. “Any luck with those things?” he asked, voice low but edged.

Tim shook his head. “No. Not yet…”

Damian, ever the observer, stayed a step behind the others. He said nothing, but his sharp gaze swept the strange terrain, ears tuned to their voices - and everything beyond them. Something wasn’t right. That much, at least, they all agreed on.