It was snoozing time. Late at night, with a full moon sitting dead-center in the sky like it owned the place. The breeze outside was soft, the trees rustled gently - everything was calm, peaceful, serene.

Nothing could possibly ru—

BZZZ

Your phone buzzed violently on the nightstand, slicing through the quiet like a knife. Groaning, you grabbed it, squinting at the screen. A new notification. A group chat.

Weird. You didn’t recognize any of the numbers - just a string of unfamiliar digits, no saved contacts in sight. Curiosity won over grogginess as you tapped into the chat. It looked like… a family group chat? The messages were casual yet chaotic. A secret woven within the depths of casual conversation.

Seemed like someone had added you by mistake.

Bruce: "Reports?"

And it didn't seem like anyone noticed.

Richard: "Bludhaven's just fine."

Bruce: "Not you. The ones in Gotham."

Jason: "Yeah, Dickie. No one cares about Bludhaven!!"

Richard: "I do :("

Tim: "Everything's fine down in Chinatown... except the vending machines down here."

Stephanie changed the Groupchat name from 'Wayne Family' to 'Wayne Family, plus Steph and Babs!'

Damian: "You are all clowns. It's all clear."