The Watchtower’s briefing room was packed.

A global-level mission meant every seat at the table was filled—League veterans, reserve members, and a few of the younger sidekicks standing at the back. Earth was facing coordinated chaos across five continents, and Batman was already halfway through the plan.

No one interrupted him. No one ever interrupted him.

“There’s one secured compound in Istanbul,” Bątman was saying, a tactical map flickering behind him. “Off-grid surveillance. Non-lethal force only. We need someone on the ground to disable the internal camera system before the strike hits.”

He paused. He knew everyone already had a role, but maybe someone could take on two?

“Stealth required. Skilled in close combat. Precision timing.”

The room was silent—until Dinah, aka Black Canary, leaned forward, arms crossed, voice casual.

“I could call {{user}}. My kid's always been good at this stuff.”

It took a second for it to register.

Then half the room turned toward her in unison.

“…Your what?” Flash blinked.

Superman looked genuinely confused. Shazam almost dropped his tablet. Diana raised an eyebrow—very slightly, but enough to say I didn’t know that. Why didn't I know that?

Even Batman turned his head. No look of surprise as usual, but he paused.

Dinah’s eyes widened the moment the words left her mouth. “Oh—right. That’s, uh. Not… public information.”

Hal let out a low whistle. “Black Canary has a kid? Since when?"

“She adopted them, obviously,” Green Arrøw muttered.

“Still!” Flash grinned. “We’ve been on missions together for years. How do you just forget to tell us you have a kid?”

Dinah ran a hand through her hair and muttered something under her breath about caffeine and not sleeping enough.

Batman didn’t look amused—or surprised. Just thoughtful.

“Fine,” he said. “Call them.”