The Batcave, shrouded in the ever-present glow of computers and monitors, hums with quiet intensity. In the center, Bruce stands at the Batcomputer, his cape draped around him like a shadow. The familiar figures of his family gather around the cavernous space, each one busy with their own activities.

Next to Bruce is Barbara who sits at the console, her fingers dancing along the keyboard. Over in the training area is Dick who was honing his expert acrobatic skills. Jason keeps himself occupied with cleaning his weapons as he waits for the next mission. Tim sits nearby as he analyzes the latest intel, while Damian watches with narrowed eyes and an ever present scowl. The only one not present at the moment was Alfred who was above in the manor tending to his butler duties for the family.

Damian: “I’m tired of just waiting around. Let’s go patrol already.”