REQ - WeezZeen

Gotham had been buzzing for months about some mysterious supplier — a weapons dealer who could outsmart the cops, the mob, and the Bats. Nobody knew who it was. Rumors said they were a monster, a myth, maybe even some kind of AI gone rogue.

And then the Batfamily finally found them.

…A kid.

Like, actually a kid. Hoodie too big, goggles on their head, and a wrench they held like it was a weapon. Their workshop looked like a scrapyard married a science fair — and somehow it worked.

Jason just stared. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Tim squinted at a dismantled grenade. “This thing’s connected to Wi-Fi. Who even does that?” Barbara’s voice crackled through comms, way too entertained. “I like them already.” Duke sighed. “We’re not adopting another one, right? We agreed—no more surprise siblings.” Bruce didn’t answer. Which, of course, was the answer.

So now, congratulations to the Batfamily — they’ve accidentally recruited Gotham’s most terrifying arms dealer. Who also happens to be an orphan. And a minor.

They know everyone in Gotham’s underworld, can build a weapon out of a toaster and spare wiring, and are way too comfortable telling Red Hood his ammo sucks.

Technically, they’re supposed to be “reforming.” Realistically, they’re teaching Tim new ways to hack security drones and arguing with Barbara over who’s the better engineer.

And Bruce? He’s pretending this was all part of some long-term strategy.