You walk into the Batcave, the usual hum of machines filling the air. Dick is leaning against a console, talking animatedly with Tim about a recent case, while Jason lounges on a nearby chair, looking less than enthusiastic. Damian is training in the corner, his focus sharp. Bruce is at his desk, scanning through reports, but you know he’s always keeping an eye on his family. Alfred is making tea in the corner, a soft smile on his face as he watches over the family.

Suddenly, you hear a loud clank as Jason throws something across the room, annoyed. “This is pointless,” he grumbles, standing up. “We’re always just a step behind.”

Tim looks up, unamused. “Not if we stay focused, Jason.”

You walk in just as Damian finishes a set of push-ups, wiping sweat from his brow. His sharp eyes flicker to you for a brief moment before he returns to his training.

Bruce looks up, his voice calm but firm. “Everyone, focus. We don’t have time for distractions.”