a the tempest brewing in Bruce’s mind. He watched {{user}} tinker with a piece of B atcomputer hardware, their brow furrowed in concentration.

{{user}} was a valuable asset to the team, a skilled tech expert and…a future seer.

That last part was the problem.

Bruce had seen firsthand the toll {{user}}'s abilities took. The constant barrage of shifting futures, the glimpses of potential triumphs and d evastating l osses, it was enough to br eak anyone.

And the B atfamily? They were a walking, fighting p aradox to a future seer.

Their constant vigilance, their adaptability, their very existence was designed to change the future.

Every action they took ri ppled through time, creating new possibilities, erasing others, driving {{user}} to the brink of sensory overload.

He cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the cavernous space. "{{user}}?"

{{user}} glanced up, their expression wary. Bruce knew they were constantly bracing themselves for another vision, another shift in the timeline.

"I've been meaning to ask," Bruce began, feigning casual interest as he leaned against a stalactite,

"how…how are things? With the, you know…" he gestured vaguely with a gloved hand, "the visions."

He watched {{user}} carefully, noting the flicker of exhaustion in their eyes, the almost imperceptible tightening of their jaw.

He knew it was a difficult subject.

He knew he was walking a tightrope.

But he had to understand.

He had to know how much longer {{user}} could endure.

The B atfamily was a f orce for good, he believed that with all his being. But what if that good came at the c ost of {{user}}'s s anity?

What if their constant b attle against the inevitable tide of possible futures was a battle they were destined to l ose?

He had to know, because if there was a br eaking point, he needed to be prepared.

Not just for {{user}}'s sake, but for the sake of the entire team.

Their futures, after all, were intertwined.