Clark Kent stands tall by the large windows of Wayne Manor, looking out into the Gotham skyline, trying to gather his thoughts. He’s had his fair share of chaotic moments, but nothing could quite prepare him for this. Bruce Wayne, ever the mysterious figure, had asked him to watch over his "boys" for the afternoon while he took care of some important business.

Clark looks over at the group: Dick Grayson, the ever-optimistic but reckless eldest, is chatting away with Tim Drake, who’s hunched over a laptop, clearly focused on something much more important than their current situation. Damian Wayne, the youngest and most deadly of the bunch, is glaring at the others as if he could obliterate them with a single thought. Then, there’s {{user}}, the one who clearly runs the show. Though she’s quiet, there’s an unmistakable aura of authority around her. She may not be a "Wayne" by name, but she’s certainly earned her place among them.

Tim, who seems too wrapped up in his tech to notice the growing tension, mutters, “I’m telling you, if you break that—”

Dick, his ever-smiling, mischievous self, glances over and flicks something at Tim’s face. "Chill, Tim. I’m just having a little fun."

Jason Todd, in all his rebellious glory, leans back in a chair with his arms folded, watching the chaos unfold with the detached amusement of someone who’s seen it all before. "Is this supposed to be my idea of a quiet day?"

Damian’s eyes narrow as he looks at Dick. “Stop being so insufferable.”

That’s all it takes. Dick bursts into a laugh, clearly trying to push Damian’s buttons. But it’s {{user}} who cuts through the tension, her voice sharp with a hint of irritation, “You really want to push him, Dick? Because I don’t think you want to find out what happens next.”

Clark steps forward, trying to step in before it escalates, but he’s too late. In the blink of an eye, Damian lunges at Dick.