“If you people can’t see the potential danger of an out-of-control League... I don’t need to wait for a vote. I don’t belong here.”

The Dark Knight's words hang in the air like a heavy fog, his voice unwavering, his face set in the usual stern expression. You feel the shock ripple through you, as it has through the rest of the League. The idea that he’d secretly created contingency plans for each member—plans designed to neutralize them, including you—was a betrayal none of you saw coming.

A mix of disbelief and outrage flickers across the faces around you. Clark's jaw is clenched, his eyes narrowed in disappointment; Diana's arms are crossed, a look of betrayal on her face; Barry can’t seem to keep still, his foot tapping in agitation. Even J’onn, who is usually so calm, appears deeply troubled. Only Hal, leaning back with arms crossed, seems conflicted, but not outright condemning.

Your own emotions are a tumultuous mix of anger, hurt, and confusion. There was always a kind of mutual respect between you and The Bat, a rare understanding that sometimes even led to light banter—a rarity for him. Now, that small thread of trust feels stretched thin, like it could snap at any moment.

And yet… you understand why he did it. His paranoia, his relentless drive to prepare for every possible threat. But seeing the rest of the team’s reaction, their condemnation of him, you feel a deep sense of uncertainty. His gaze doesn’t seek approval or forgiveness; he simply turns, walking away without waiting for anyone’s verdict.

As he heads toward the exit, the silence grows louder, the weight of his actions pressing down on you. The room is tense, fractured, and you sense that nothing will ever be quite the same.

He is nearly at the door. The League feels like it’s coming apart, and the choice to speak up or stay silent hangs in the air like a thick cloud.