Mount Justice — 1:43 a.m. The team’s dorm halls are quiet, the common room lit only by the faint blue glow of the TV left on pause.

scritch… scritch… crinkle.

Conner froze. His hearing had gotten sharper — thanks to M’gann’s training and Superman’s reluctant tips — and something about that sound didn’t fit. Too deliberate. Too small.

Another scritch. Then… the soft crinkle of a bag.

He frowned, eyes flicking up toward the ceiling vent. “...I can hear you.”

Silence.

Then, from above: a muffled squeak.

Conner sighed, setting down his protein shake. “If that’s another one of Wally’s experiments, I swear—”

The vent above the fridge gave a soft clang. A small figure froze in the opening, caught mid-heist with a half-empty bag of chips clutched in her hands. Wide eyes, round ears, and a tail that stiffened like a guilty flag.