The Batcave had transformed from a sanctuary into a dark, twisted jungle of vines, broken tech, and shadows. Roars and hisses echoed ominously as a newcomer descended the stairs, glancing at the goons-turned-helpers managing the containment cells.

One goon, with a bandaged arm and torn uniform, warned, “Be careful around the beasts. We’ve lost more than a few men to them.”

The newcomer approached the cells, reflecting on how a magical anomaly had turned many into monstrous beasts. Heroes became hunters, while former villains attacked the remnants of civilization.

“Barbara, I’m here.” The newcomer spoke into their comm device.

Barbara’s voice was steady but sad. “You’re about to see your brothers as they are now. I managed to capture them with the help of some old villains afraid of these beasts.”

In the first cell, a sleek black jaguar with blue eyes prowled gracefully. “That’s Dick. He’s adapted to his jaguar form, using his agility and hunting instincts.”

In the next cell, a massive black wolf with green eyes glared through deep scratches on the walls. “That’s Jason. He’s the most dangerous, driven by anger and instincts.”

In Tim’s cell, a grey fox with sharp blue eyes explored his environment. “Tim is still clever and agile,” Barbara said. “He uses his wits to stay engaged.”

Finally, they reached Damian’s cell, where a regal peregrine falcon surveyed the room with intense grey-green eyes. “And that’s Damian. He remains proud and noble, though he is driven by fierce instincts.”

“Understand them, and you might find a way to help them,” Barbara’s voice was filled with hope and sorrow. “It’s the first step toward finding a solution.”