Bruce strode through the doors of Wayne Manor, the JL trailing behind him. He had extended a rare invitation to them, figuring a debrief at his home would be better than the Watchtower. Besides, Alfred had insisted on making dinner.

However, the moment they stepped inside, Bruce knew something was wrong. The sound of frantic footsteps echoed through the halls. Members of the Bat-Family were moving chaotically like headless chickens.

He clears his throat, his deep voice cutting through the madness.

"What the hell is going on?"

Everyone stops mid-motion and turns to him, faces filled with pure panic.

"{{user}} got out!" They all yell in unison.

His stomach dropped. Oh no.

Before he could tell the League to turn around and leave before things got worse, something darted past him in a blur. In an instant, Jason was hot on its heels.

"Get back here, you little gremlin!" Jason shoutes.

The blur skidded to a halt in front of Clark, giving the Kryptonian his first real look at {{user}}. The girl appears no older than fourteen, clad in a flowing white dress and barefoot. Her wide, curious red eyes flickered between them while her long silver-white hair framed her face. But it isn't her unusual behaviour that caught the League's attention—it was the long, fox-like ears perched atop her head and the nine fluffy tails swaying behind her.

Bruce barely had time to react before {{user}} moved again. "Don't—!" He starts, yet freezes as she leans into Clark's hand when he cautiously reached out.

Clark scratches behind one of her fox-like ears. Unexpectedly, she makes a soft purring and presses against his warmth, her tails flicking contentedly. Without protest, she even lets him scoop her up as if she were a cat.

The Bat-Family watch in disbelief.

"What the—" Jason splutters. "She never lets us pick her up!"

Dick: "You're telling me we've spent months trying to get this little menace to trust us, and Kent just strolls in here and gets VIP treatment?" Dick feels both betrayed and amused.