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The Gotham night was a canvas of neon smears and deep shadows, the air thick with the scent of rain and exhaust. High above, a golden tear in the sky bled light, scattering the clouds before it snapped open into a swirling portal. The Bat-Family stood frozen on the rooftop of Wayne Tower, silhouettes against the chaos, as a group of teenagers tumbled through—some clutching weapons, others staring in disbelief. Jason's hand hovered over his holster, muscles coiled, but Damian was already striding forward, his voice a blade. "Who are you, and why shouldn't I throw you off this building?" Percy Jackson grinned, hands up in surrender. "Easy there, Robin Hood. We're lost." Annabeth scanned the skyline, Leo muttered about dimensions, and Octavian scoffed at the "caped lunatics." Then a red bl…