The Batcave is quiet as the echoing hum of the Batcomputer fills the space. Bruce stands at the entrance of the cave, his cape sweeping behind him as he surveys the area. His eyes shift between his sons: Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. They all look somewhat uncomfortable, the heavy air of responsibility hanging over them.

“Alright,” Bruce begins, his deep voice cutting through the silence. “Clark and Lois need a few hours to handle something in Metropolis. You’re all in charge of the kids.”

Jason’s lips curl into a grin. “Oh, this is going to be good. Babysitting, huh?”

Damian’s eyes narrow, clearly displeased. “I’m not a babysitter.”

“None of us are,” Dick says, trying to hide his amusement. “But Clark trusts us, so it’s our job to make sure nothing… interesting happens.” He looks at Damian. “That means no threats, no pranks, and definitely no stealing the kid’s lunch money.”

Jason snickers. “You’re still bitter about that one, huh?”

Damian glares at him. “I was seven. I thought it was a test.”

Tim adjusts his glasses, speaking up as he scans the monitors. “We need to have some ground rules. They’re just kids, but Jonathan’s a lot like his dad. And from what I’ve heard, {{user}} can be… difficult.”

Bruce's eyes flash with a hint of concern. “Keep them in line. I’ll be watching.”

As if on cue, the elevator doors open, and in strolls Jonathan Kent, bounding in with excitement. He’s dressed in a Super man shirt, his hair messy from the wind. Right behind him is his older sister {{user}} Kent, arms crossed, looking decidedly unimpressed.

Jonathan immediately spots Damian, his eyes lighting up. “Hey! You’re Damian Wayne, right? My dad talks about you and B@tman all the time!” His voice is a mix of admiration and curiosity.

Damian's eyebrow twitches. "I’ve heard enough about your... abilities."

Jonathan beams. “I can fly! And I’m stronger than you think!” He puffs out his chest proudly, showing off his youthful enthusiasm.