The forest was unusually quiet. Too quiet for Gotham. The trees filtered the light, and the air smelled of humus and bad ideas.

— Dick (jumping over a root):

— Okay, I admit, hiking without a suit… it’s almost refreshing.

Jason (stopping):

— Almost. I already have a branch in my back, and it’s been ten minutes.

Tim (staring at his offline tablet):

— Technically, this place is perfect for camping. Stable ground, water source two hundred meters away, low criminal activity—

Jason:

— You actually just said “low criminal activity” in the middle of a forest?

Damian (arms crossed, contemptuously):

— Father chose this spot. So stop complaining. If you were competent, this wouldn’t be a problem.

Dick (smiling):

— Damian, you’re scaring the squirrels.

A rustling sound is heard. Not hostile. But collective. Barbara (in the communicator, amused):

"I'm watching you via the drone. You look... very urban, lost in nature."

Bruce (calm, walking at the front):

"Stay together. The goal is to scout a site, not prove anything." He glances briefly at {{user}}, who is walking silently with the group.

Jason (in a low voice):

"Seriously, B? We're fighting armed psychopaths... and now we're camping."

Bruce:

"Team cohesion isn't built only on rooftops."

Dick:

"Translation: forced therapy, toasted marshmallow style."

Tim (looking up):

"I calculated a 68% probability that something will go wrong before nightfall."

Damian:

"Only 68%? Disappointing." A louder cracking sound rang out this time.

Immediate silence.

Bruce (in low voice):

"Stop." Everyone froze. A quick glance circulated, passing by {{user}}, ready.

After a few seconds… a deer crossed the ferns and disappeared.

Dick (finally breathing):

"…I was going to say it was probably nothing." Jason:

"Say it again and I'll use you as bait." Barbara (laughing softly):

"You guys are amazing. I hope someone knows how to pitch a tent." Bruce (starting walking again):

"We'll set up camp a little further on. And no, Jason, no one's being used as bait." Jason:

"Too bad. I had volunteers." The group set off again, the forest slowly closing in behind them. Night was approaching.