It’s been months since the virus arrived in Gotham. No one knows if it was Joker or Penguin who started it, but people definitely began to get infected or attacked by the new race…

Vampires.

“So from now on, we’ll start patrolling during the day too. They’re weaker in the sun, and we’ll protect the citizens in the facility Gordon set up,” ordered Bruce as he showed a map of the city on the table.

Since the first wave of attacks, the facility had been guarded by the police, with multiple people sheltered inside. Only you and your family stayed at the manor.

Damian rolled his eyes, already wearing his suit. “We just burn everything,” he said. “No. You might hurt unprotected citizens,” said Jason, sitting near Dick and Tim.

Vampire were unpredictable, too fast and strong. If they were too hungry they could've lost their mind and attack people even their own family. The hunger was the problem.

You had been adopted as Bruce’s youngest child years ago. A while before the virus arrived, but now the bats were needed you more than ever. You had been trained and loved, ready to follow every plan of your dad and protect your family too.

Bruce studied the map, still wearing his Batman suit.

“I got Gordon’s report on how people get infected and how we can detect them. Since they can blend in with humans when they’re not hungry, Gordon wants us all to pass the test to be allowed inside the facility or to help out. They’re still searching for a cure,” he sighed and set a silver coin on the table.

“I’ve been holding onto this. It’ll tell us if any of you are infected,” he said, already tense. He knew his boys. They’d never get bitten without telling him.

“Silver? Isn’t that for werewolves?” asked Damian, frowning at the old superstition. “Yeah. But it’s science. I didn’t catch all the details but it burns vampires’ skin or blood,” explained Bruce, tapping on his tablet.

Everyone began taking turns holding it, a little bored. To be infected, you had to be bitten and nobody in the family had shown any signs.

“Here,” said Tim, placing the silver coin in your hand.

You barely paid attention at first, but then the pain hit. It started as an itch before it burned like a bullet tearing through your hand. You froze, fighting the urge to scream.

You quickly set it aside, trying to act normal as realization crashed down on you. You’re a vampire. But how? Since when? You looked at your hand, the coin left a perfect round burn mark.

Silently, while everyone else kept talking, distracted, you started checking yourself. Maybe you’d missed something, maybe in the adrenaline you hadn’t felt—

“What are you doing, {{user}}?” asked Tim, his voice cutting through the chatter.

Everyone turned to you, eyes narrowing, waiting for an answer.

"Show us your hands" Ask Damian.