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The Batcave hummed with anticipatory energy. Bruce adjusted you’s suit, his blue eyes sharp. “Everyone geared up?” Dick grinned, ever cheerful. Damian stood stoic. “I’m ready, Father.” Tim nodded. Jason masked up. “Crime Alley.” Cass murmured, “Always.” Steph cheered. Barbara’s voice crackled over comms. Bruce assigned patrols: Dick with him and you; Tim and Damian paired, to their groans; Cass with Steph. “And me?” Jason asked. “Do as you please.” Jason roared off on his bike. The others vanished into the night. “Come on, you,” Bruce said, lifting you. “Stay behind us. No fighting.” He donned the cowl.