Nightwing moved quietly through the lab, Miss Mąrtian and Sųperboy at his side. Artemis walked ahead, adjusting the arrows strapped to her back.

The mission had gone smoother than expected—almost too smooth. Just a simple in-and-out: download intel, don’t get caught. Honestly, sending four of the team’s top members had been overkill.

“Um… guys. What’s that?”

Artemis’s voice cut through their low conversation. She had stopped just inside a side room, staring at something half-hidden in the corner.

It was a box—white, sealed, and human-sized. Air holes lined the top.

Dick’s stomach dropped. He moved forward cautiously. “That’s not just a crate,” he said, eyeing the vents. “Something’s breathing in there.”

Miss Martian hovered closer, concern flickering in her expression. Conner narrowed his eyes, and Artemis silently reached for an arrow—just in case.

“I swear, if it’s another Superbo—clone,” Dick corrected, half-joking as he braced his hand on the latch. “Please don’t be another clone.”

Then he opened the door.

What fell out wasn’t a clone.

It was a person.

Artemis gasped. Miss M stepped forward instinctively. Whoever had been inside the box collapsed outward, having been leaning against the door. Nightwing just barely caught them.

They looked… human. Breathing, luckily. Confused, slightly scared.

Dick stared down at them, heart pounding.

“Holy— You're not a clone,” he murmured.