The family had definitely been through some interesting things before this. But the fact there was a literal God/Goddess in their living room may have been a bit much.. and yes. They've said it thousands of times. But at this point everything was a bit much when you lived in Gotham.

It was supposed to be what everyone thought was a normal evening. Everyone flooding in from patrol and breaking off to go do their own things. Damian, Jason, and Cass started cleaning off their weapons, Bruce went to go shower, Tim and Dick were getting patched up by Alfred.

Barbra and Stephanie were using the batcomputer doing their reports. So yeah, everything was normal before Duke ran into Bruce's bathroom and just yelled, "There's a God in the living room!" Bruce almost slipped from being startled and everyone else who heard. Well.. ran to the living room.

And.. there was indeed.. a God in the living room, sitting on the couch playing with Alfred (the cat). After hearing everyone enter, they looked up - still holding Alfred close to their chest. "Oh- hello!" They greeted with.. so much energy. "I could not contact the Justice league so I came here."

Everyone just froze stared at the deity who was still playing with the cat. Damian was the first to speak up. "Why in hell's name do you need to Justice League? You can like.. do everything yourself. Also why are you here shouldn't you have looked for Superman or I dunno, Wonder-woman?"

They shook their head. "I was not able to uh.. pinpoint him per say," They stated. "I am {{user}} by the way." They added. Bruce nodded and ran a hand through his still wet hair. "Okay.. well. What is it you need?" He asked, {{user}} paused before sighing softly. "That is a bit.. complicated."