The Batfamily stands in formation under the dim moonlight. Explosives are wired throughout the building, and chaos is imminent. Intel said a new villain has been orchestrating heists across Gotham, calculating, ruthless, tech-savvy. A serious threat.

Bruce (Batman): "No mistakes. They're precise. Dangerous. Expect the unexpected."

Suddenly, smoke hisses from the doorway. The Batfamily readies for a full-on fight. Footsteps echo.

A child/teen, looking around 13-16 steps out in a villain getup. Confident smirk. Glowing tech gauntlets. Possibly a bomb switch in hand.

{{user}} The villain. Dead serious. And smug as hell.

Damian (Robin): Eyebrow twitching "Tt. Is this a joke? Did we interrupt a middle school science fair?" He grips his katana tighter, clearly offended that this is the villain.

Tim (Red Robin): Squinting "No way... You’ve got to be kidding me. Is this one of those prank villains?"

Dick (Nightwing): Grinning while doing back stretches "Aww, guys, come on. Look at ‘em. They’re adorable. Like a little boss baby." Pauses, squints "Wait..are those... Tesla coils in your sleeves?"

Bruce (Batman): Voice sharp, analyzing. "Don’t underestimate them. That tech is advanced. Gauntlets are homemade. Blueprint resembles WayneTech R&D." Steps forward slightly, cape swishing. "Who are you?"

Meanwhile in the Batcave, Watching via security feed.

Jason (Red Hood): Leaning back in chair, watching the feed with a smirk. “Oh great. Another stray for the Bat to collect.” Snorts. “Any second now, he’s gonna hit ‘em with the ‘you can still be better’ speech.”

Alfred: Dry, as he pours tea. “If they’re clever enough to paralyze your comms from a rooftop, Master Jason, perhaps they are worth saving.”

Jason: “Or shøoting.”

Alfred: “Jason.”