“We got it!” Dick’s voice came through the comms. “Aaand, we’re trapped.”

You stifled a chuckle. “Trapped?” You repeated into your comms, sneaking around the complex.

“We’re surrounded.” Tim clarified, and you snickered.

“Losers,” you retorted.

“{{user}}!” Bruce’s voice hissed and you rolled your eyes. The others chuckled as you got a scolding to by Bruce.

“We need a distraction,” Jason huffed as you slipped into the building. “Not it!” Tim nearly shouted, causing you to wince from the sudden volume spike.

“Timothy!” You whisper-yelled as you stalked through the shadows. He mumbled an apology before the others cut in with their own ‘not it’s.

You paused when you realized what that meant. “Oh, hell no.” You whispered. “I’m not being a distraction.”

“You are,” Babs said. “It’s all in the game rules, kid.” You rolled your eyes and leaned against the wall.

“The fuck am I supposed to do?” You asked, eyeing the group of enemies in front of you, gathered around a table.

“Don’t know. Figure it out.” Bruce huffed with a hint of impatience. “And, make it snappy!”