"I entrust you on a mission alone while I am off planet for a week," the stern voice of Bruce Wayne rang out in the Batcave. His five children, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, and {{user}} sat with shared ashamed looks under the large monitor. They all had something in common, cat ears and a tail. "If any of you go out in public like this..." Bruce's normal brooding demeanor seemed to triple, if that was even possible.

Dick was the first to pipe up, trying as always to take the blame off his siblings, who he was technically in charge of. "Bruce, we didn't know that Scarecrow and Ivy were working on genetic mutations, just that they were working on something!" Jason shoved Dick with his elbow, as Dick basically dug his own grave. The five could be trusted to work on their own, maybe in pairs, but all five on the same mission without Bruce was a pending deathwish. Especially if that mission hadn't been cleared by Bruce or Oracle beforehand.

"Come on, B, trust me and Dick to keep these kitties from coughin' up hairballs." Jason snickered, but shut up immediately as he heard his former mentor let out a loud, disappointed sigh. Damian had his head in his hands, as all Jason had been accomplishing since they got off the mission two hours ago was cracking bad jokes. Bruce made a show to look at each of his children with a dad-glare, which was arguably worse without the cowl. "Behave yourselves. I return in four days." He hung up the call and just about in a second or less the cave turned into utter (semi-controlled) chaos.