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“Speaking of the King of Rome,” Jason said mockingly as Bruce landed in front of his group of children. The night air felt lighter in the city. After much work creating green spaces with Ivy's help, Gotham's air seemed to be returning to its former glory, especially among the group of heroes. 

Since Alfred's death, family relations had been tense, but it wasn't long before everyone realized their own mistakes and problems. Bruce, or Batman as everyone knows him, being the patriarch of the family, decided to put an end to the problems that kept him away from his family. After all, they had all lost someone important during their lives. They opted for family therapy, and although it was quite difficult at first—since, well, it's not very common to find therapists for superheroes, right? —after many sessions, screams, fights, traumas, fears, and many hidden traumas coming to light, the Wayne family was able to find a liberating peace in which everyone has finally found their place.

Tt. Todd, how dare you talk that way about Baba. Don't you think he also has responsibilities like the great bat?--Damian, as always, defending his father.

“Ha, little Robin jumping in to protect the butt of justice.” Stephanie couldn't resist making the joke.

“HOW DARE YOU!”

Ahem—Tim's voice cuts into the lighthearted one-sided discussion as the other bats watch the youngest member's cute outburst with amusement. “Although this interaction is very pleasant, we have work to do.” His gaze was no longer as tired as it had been in the past; in fact, one could say that he had been sleeping well, even with Zesti in his system. “Tim is right,” Cass now decides to speak up. “There are reports of what appears to be a new villain, and apparently she has a lot to talk about.”

“Any information we should know about her?” asks Dick, balancing on a beam in the ceiling.

“She has magic ,” comes the reply as Duke appears from the top of another roof. His voice betrays some hesitation as he searches for the right words. "According to the information I was able to gather from civilians, she calls herself ‘The Puppeteer,’ and she has been kidnapping citizens, who, according to their testimonies, she offers magical deals in exchange for becoming her servants. And what's most concerning is that when she offers them a deal, it's as if they can't refuse her, as if she controls them in some way. Oh, and you could say she's a woman with dark skin, tall, very beautiful, and very persuasive ... But something doesn't add up for me. Why did she choose Gotham as her place of residence?

There's never a complete answer here in Gotham Duke— Bruce sighs in a calculating tone. — “Although thanks for the information, Signal, this will be very helpful when we have to fight her.” As he put his arm around the boy's shoulder.

It sounds simple enough, we just have to eliminate her before she drags us into one of her “deals,” right?“ says Dick, gearing up for the fight. ”Yes, but we have to be careful, after all..." Bruce begins before Jason's growl interrupts him. “Ugh, yeah, yeah, we get it, a dangerous woman with magical abilities who can trap us with her ‘ feminine charms ,’ but we'll be fine!” he shouted, hugging Tim, who looks a little surprised by the gesture, though he's not complaining. "Besides, we've all dealt with magical nonsense before, how hard can it be? In fact, the one we should probably be worried about is YOU , given your history of dating morally gray women, and I must say I don't feel like having a magical stepmother who will possibly break your heart... again," she says sarcastically, not-so-subtly hinting at Bruce's previous relationships, which have become the butt of jokes in the family. Bruce watches as the children try to hide their laughter at Jason's words, expecting a reprimand or a more chaotic response. But Bruce simply looks down with a snort of laughter as he shakes his head as if trying to deny the undeniable. He clenches his teeth and ignores the feeling of nervousness that runs through him as he heads to the warehouse where the villain was supposedly located, according to Babs “Whatever the case,” he muttered, “it will be safer and more efficient if we are all here, and I would also like to personally discover what kind of skills he has,” he said, his hands clenched at his sides. He just wanted to go home and have a quiet dinner with his family . After all, he hadn't spent the whole weekend trying to learn how to cook Alfred's dishes for his children. That would undoubtedly be what Alfred wanted for his son and grandchildren.

“Shouldn't we think of a plan before we go in?” asked Dick, raising an eyebrow at the questioning looks from the other Batkids. Bruce blinked for a moment. True. They needed a plan. His frown deepened as he walked past Dick. “So does anyone have a plan or any idea what we should do?” he asked. Thanks to one of his sessions with the therapist, Bruce realized that the kids also needed their own independence and to feel heard, and Bruce had nothing to lose. Upon hearing these words, the kids' eyes lit up, even Jason's, as he felt part of the group. It didn't take long before the plan was ready. “All right, let's do this ,” Bruce exclaimed decisively.

As soon as they entered the warehouse, it was as if they had been transported to another dimension . The walls, lined with stone pillars, stretched into a hallway that seemed to absorb all the light. There was a strange vibe in the air. It was clear that something was wrong, but as they turned to leave, the door slammed shut and a loud thud was heard nearby. Everyone drew their weapons in anticipation, but they were stunned to see the space change appearance and the strange warehouse become a kind of Greek palace with plaster beams and gold details. “Okay, this is unexpected.” Duke's voice is fearful and unsettled, as are all the bats when they notice the strange appearance of the place.

New visitors? How exciting! —An eerie voice echoed throughout the building. With their weapons drawn once more, the heroes turned toward the hallway as a hooded figure emerged, floating out of the shadows. —Who are you, and what do you want? —Bruce growled, standing protectively in front of his family. The hooded figure's smile faded for a moment before returning even more strongly. “Who am I? Why, I am the creator of this wonderful place, of course!” You can call me The Puppeteer”, exclaimed The Puppeteer, floating upside down to the ceiling. ”And what do I want? “Well, it's simple,” she said, tilting her head strangely as she looked at them. “I want fun,” she said in a threatening but at the same time honeyed tone.

With those words spoken, the puppeteer removes her hood, turning them into strings with which she creates various creatures ready to fight the heroes. “ It's showtime, HAHAHA, ” she laughs mockingly and seductively, while our beloved heroes, ready for battle, do not hesitate to embark on their mission.

                  But it seems they have underestimated the puppeteer .

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The fight appeared to be quite clean, as the heroes divided up the work in the fight. The movements were calculated and well executed, as if it were a dance in chaos, like a magical synchronicity.

A synchronicity that went through ups and downs to become as perfect as it is now..

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 from one moment to the next for everything to go wrong .

What followed was a one-sided massacre. The puppeteer had released a kind of poisonous gas that constantly weakened them; they couldn't even land a single blow. Although the heroes were still standing, that wouldn't last long with their injuries and all the gas they had inhaled.

“You heroes think you can defeat me,” the puppeteer's voice became more hostile and venomous. Even though Robin had dealt her a near-fatal blow, the villain was still barely standing. "You think you're as strong as a flock of songbirds. BUT NOT ANYMORE," she said, and with that, she began to destroy the warehouse with everyone inside. As the bats struggled to get out and stop the villain, debris began to fall on top of the puppeteer, making it impossible to leave the place.

And Bruce, as a final act of love toward his children, even when it was already obvious that they would not get out alive, hugged them. He hugged them for all the times he couldn't do it before, out of fear, shame, or simply because he didn't feel like giving them affection, even though he was dying to fill them with all the love he had, so much so that it hurt him every time he couldn't be there for them.

Since he couldn't comfort Dick after what happened with Slade, with Catalina, and what he would never forgive himself for—his outburst when he saw him after Jason's death.

The death and resurrection of Jason and how he couldn't kill the Joker even though his whole being was screaming for him to do so.

Tim and his time as Robin trying to put the pieces of a broken man back together and with Ra's Al Ghul when he was lost in time watching him self-destruct for someone like him . 

Stephanie , the girl who appeared out of nowhere in his and Tim's lives, changed many things for him, and although he never saw her as a daughter and she never saw him as a father, he knew how difficult her life had been before she became the heroine she is today.

Damian , his only biological son, who was supposed to be an elite assassin turned hero like him, although with a somewhat disastrous start, the affection he felt for him is undeniable, and with Alfred's help, they were finally able to connect more.

Cassandra , the girl he thought could be nothing more than a killing machine, whom he took under his wing to prove her wrong, to the point of considering her another daughter.

Duke , the boy who started a unique movement under the name Robin, achieving what I couldn't, even though his parents went mad because of me, unable to save them from the Joker, becoming the light of Gotham.

Each of those broken children had to put their shattered pieces back together, even though that was his job. His job was to be a caregiver and a comfort to them, but it seemed he never managed to put his own pieces back together.

It was strange. Part of him was frightened by how fast everything was moving, but another part... felt that, for the first time, he was able to do something right for his family, even though these were their last moments. And that.

 Even though he couldn't say it yet, it gave him peace.

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ACTIVATION CODE: ONE LAST ACT OF FAMILY LOVE, THE SYSTEM HAS BEEN FULLY ACTIVATED

WELCOME TO THE SYSTEM. THIS SYSTEM IS BASED ON THE DEVELOPING CONCEPT OF "YOU CAN, YOU CAN'T, NO BB." WE HOPE TO PROVIDE YOU WITH THE BEST EXPERIENCE. WE SINCERELY HOPE THAT, DURING YOUR EXPERIENCES, YOU ACHIEVE EVERYTHING YOU DESIRE. WE PRAY FOR YOUR GREATEST HAPPINESS. 

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“What on earth...?”

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ACTIVATION CODE: ONE LAST ACT OF FAMILY LOVE, THE SYSTEM HAS BEEN FULLY ACTIVATED

WELCOME TO THE SYSTEM. THIS SYSTEM IS BASED ON THE DEVELOPING CONCEPT OF "YOU CAN, YOU CAN'T, NO BB." WE HOPE TO PROVIDE YOU WITH THE BEST EXPERIENCE. WE SINCERELY HOPE THAT, DURING YOUR EXPERIENCES, YOU ACHIEVE EVERYTHING YOU DESIRE. WE PRAY FOR YOUR GREATEST HAPPINESS. 

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“What on earth...?”

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Bruce jumped out of bed, clutching his chest, gasping for breath as his eyes darted frantically around the room.

What was happening?

Wasn't he supposed to be dying alongside his children?

His children, right?

His sweet, beloved children. After the disastrous mission with the new villain—was she a puppeteer? (It didn't matter anymore.) They were all supposed to be dying at that moment, thanks to the poison the woman had released and the rubble from the warehouse falling on top of their bodies.

Maybe it had all been some kind of drug-induced dream? Bruce shook his head, staggering out of bed with uncoordinated urgency, ignoring the twinges of pain that the erratic movements sent throughout his body. 

He needed to check. 

He needed to see. 

He needed to know.

With some difficulty, he finally made it to the kitchen, paralyzed to see how the mansion he had grown up in all those years had completely changed. The furniture was slightly newer, the walls were missing Damian's paintings and drawings, the family photos that had recently been taken for the anniversary of Alfred's death were gone, replaced by a photo showing the family members, but it wasn't right. They looked flat, without a hint of affection, their children's faces were the same but reflected the opposite of how they were. A family photo that reflected everything but a family.

It was wrong.

IT WASN'T RIGHT.

What the hell was going on?!

“Dad?” A voice sounded behind him, a voice that sounded fearful and incredulous. It was Dick. It was his son, his firstborn, his first child, and Robin was standing in front of him. "It's you... right? Are you my Bruce?" His voice sounded like a silent plea. And the more Bruce looked at him, the more he could see his son and his condition. He looked terrible compared to how he normally looked in the mornings; his hair was messy, his eyes were full of doubt and anxiety, he was wearing expensive pajamas that were soaked with sweat, his breathing was almost erratic, and his hands were shaking. In short, he looked like a mess, just like Bruce.

“It's me, champ. The one and only, UFF.” Bruce couldn't say or ask anything as the weight of his son hit him. Dick wrapped his arms around his father's body like an octopus around its prey, sighing.Relieved, he had no idea what was happening, but he was happy not to be alone. And as if by fate, Bruce and Dick could see the others appearing through the door. There they were: Jason, Tim, Damian, Cassandra, and Duke, looking just like Bruce and Dick, watching as they looked at the first son nod.

That was the confirmation everyone needed to rush over to the father and son and give them a big hug.

Tears and relief were the strongest emotions felt among the tangle of arms and bodies.

The words that were sometimes drowned out by sobs were practically the same. A mixture of “it's okay, I'm sorry, Dad, I was scared, you are alive, what a relief.” They were filled with relief and sadness. No one knew what was happening, how they got there, or why they were still alive, but they were happy to be together in this.

Ahem—a familiar voice interrupted the intimate moment, causing all eyes to turn toward the kitchen door. It was Alfred, standing before them, alive. Feeling a tightness in their eyes, images of his lifeless body flooded everyone's minds. Taking a cautious step forward. “Alfred?” Bruce whispered, as if he believed that if he spoke louder, he would disappear like dust in the wind and everything would turn out to be some kind of nightmare.

Master Bruce. I'm glad you and the others finally joined us here," Alfred replied with a warm smile and an affectionate tone, just as he always used when dealing with the family members. Meanwhile, Bruce and the others continued to stare at him as if they had seen a ghost, with painful and overwhelming grief contorting their faces as they rushed to embrace the butler, startling him. Alfred, however, stoic as ever, patted his hair and ran his fingers through the hair of the group of boys, a nostalgic comfort to them all as they sat silently embracing each other.

“But I saw you die”.--- Damien's voice breaks the silence. Physically, the teenager looked smaller as he recited those words.

“I did, I died”–Alfred replies as if it were the most normal thing in the world.---But after that fateful night, I woke up in my usual room, in my usual home, but it was different. So I decided to investigate and concluded that this was not my mansion... Does that sound familiar?

Silence fills the kitchen. No one knew what to say, not even Damien or Jason, who would normally make a sarcastic comment, but there was nothing, not a single word.

Just deafening silence.

Until, out of nowhere, a ping was heard.

A giant white box appeared in front of everyone, and before they could react, words began to form on the box.

【System update successful! Activating character profiles!

【 System_1 has added to USER_HOST_BRUCE WAYNE_ALIAS:BATMAN】

【 System_2 has added to USER_HOST_RICHARD “DICK” GRAYSON-WAYNE_ALIAS:NIGHTWING】

【 System_3 added to USER_HOST_JASON TODD-WAYNE_ALIAS:RED HOOD】

【 System_4 added to USER_HOST_TIMOTHY “TIM” DRAKE- WAYNE_ALIAS:RED ROBIN】

【 System_5 has added to USER_HOST_CASSANDRA CAIN-WAYNE_ALIAS:ORPHAN】

【 System_6 has added to USER_HOST_DAMIAN WAYNE_ALIAS:ROBIN】

【 System_7 has added to USER_HOST_DUKE THOMAS-WAYNE_ALIAS:SIGNAL】

【 OFFICIALLY WELCOME DEAR HEROES TO THE SYSTEM, WE HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE EXPERIENCE. q(≧▽≦q)】

“...ok, have I gone crazy or am I seeing a floating screen in front of me?”

Duke is the first to break the silence, pointing at the strange box? Screen? with one hand and placing the other on his forehead to check for signs of fever.

“I'm afraid you haven't gone mad, Master Duke, and neither have any of you, my dear young masters. I can see her too. She has also become a great companion during this time I've been stranded here with alternative versions of you.”

“Alternative versions?”-- Damian now asks the question, visibly confused.

“Indeed, Master Damian, alternative versions, and very different from yourselves, if I had to say,” Alfred confirms.

“So, like if Dick became a Talon, or like when I met an evil version of myself?” Tim's tone of voice showed his obvious concern. “Let's try not to think about those bad versions of ourselves, Tim.” Bruce tries to comfort him by stroking his cheek, and Tim leans into him when he feels the touch.

“All right, I think we should all sit down and talk this through, because too much has happened in too little time and I'm on the verge of fainting... please.” The last part is heard in a whisper from Jason, expressing his disbelief. “Yes, I agree,” Dick says, visibly defeated, going along with him.

The group of bats head to the living room where each one sits with their favorite companion. Damian stays close to Dick, Jason surprisingly stays close to Bruce and Tim, while Cassandra and Duke lie down on the outskirts of the group. Together they form a kind of human fort as they wait for Alfred to finally give them answers to their questions.

“...I'm glad you're all right... I wouldn't know what to do if I had lost you again.” Bruce sighed, letting the exhaustion out of his body. Even with all the times they had died and come back to life, no one could pretend they were fine. They all appeared somewhat stoic, but little by little, the tide was turning.

“We died, Bruce. We all did.” Jason Sun's words were as sharp as knives. “We died, and now, as far as we know, we're in another universe. In which, pardon my language, we could be pieces of shit, or villains, we could even be the next Hitler or whatever. And although I'm happy to be alive, I remind you that dying is not the most beautiful feeling in life.” As anger burned like fire in the candle, a strange aroma began to fill the air.

It was a kind of green tea and bergamot perfume that baffled the others.

Uh, someone smells that—Cassandra is the one who brings up the strange smell.

“Smell what, Cassandra?”-- Jason exclaims with obvious anger.

“You, or at least the smell coming off you.”

From me?! Jason looks completely confused as he begins to sniff until he smells oil coming from his wrists. *sniff* *sniff*. Jason smells his wrists, finding the source of the smell. Bewildered, he says, “Now this is getting really weird.”

Now the whole group is visibly confused.

Until

【YOU MUST BE VERY CONFUSED, RIGHT? (ˉ▽￣～)】

The strange blue screen reappears in front of the group as if by magic, scaring more than one of them. Among them are Damian, who throws a sharp pen, and Dick, who, out of muscle memory upon hearing the voice from nowhere, hits the screen. Although neither of them affect it at all.

【 Ouch, be careful. If I weren't in intangible mode, I wouldn't be able to feel anything, although I will say that it was a wonderful launch, HOST_DAMIAN and HOST_RICHARD ( •̀ ω •́ )✧】

Oh, Miss System, it's a pleasure to see you again—Alfred says in a familiar tone to the strange floating device.

【Alfred, dear friend, there's no need to call me Miss. You already know you can refer to me as Sici... just like all of you, dear USERS(*^▽^*)】—Referring to the bats in a playful tone.

...What the hell am I witnessing, Pennyworth, could you explain what's going on? Damian expresses his discontent and curiosity to the strange talking object.

"With pleasure, Master Damian. When I woke up in this strange world, the first thing that greeted me was a strange talking box... no offense, Miss Sici.

【No problem, Penny(^^ゞ】

And well, at first, the box behaved very rudely towards me, forcing me to act differently and have to be harsher than my former masters, but then I realized that this little box couldn't hurt me... but I did, so I had a wonderful idea to talk to her and my shotgun, getting her to leave me alone.

*Everyone's mind conjures up an image of an angry Aldred with a shotgun, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

But then how did she appear? Duke asked, pointing at “sici.”

【I'll explain that. Well, after Alfred's lovely conversation with the previous system, the main system tried to send many replacements (although they all ended up the same way as the first one).

It made sure that no one wanted to join Alfred's user.

Until I arrived. A completely independent system that didn't like the main system's rules, and we connected well, and here we are. As far as this pleasant intervention is concerned.

But then how did we get these bodies? Did we die here too?! Dick becomes somewhat hysterical upon realizing this, alerting the others to the situation.

Unfortunately, in a way, you're right, HOST_RICHARD. These bodies were destined to die in an attack by a multidimensional villain, which, when you died in your original universe, when that wasn't described in the archives of your world, there was a short circuit that created a multidimensional rift between the two universes and their realities, causing the two to merge, creating a connection that allowed you to wake up in the bodies of your counterparts.

That explains everything. In a way, but why did I spray perfume when I got angry?" Jason exclaims with obvious doubt.

“Oh, right. For that, I recommend you read this book,” says Sici, materializing a book with the title “GUIDE TO SURVIVE IN AN OMEGAVERSE.”

“I don't know why I feel like I know that term ‘omegaverse,’ but I don't know where from,” Tim reflects his curiosity as he reads the name of the book, trying to remember where he read that term before, while Duke and Cass join him in the search.

“But that doesn't answer the question of how this universe differs from the one around us,” Damian says with frustration as he tries to snuggle closer to Bruce like an angry kitten.

【(ಥ _ ಥ) “Well... the thing is, in this universe, Batman and Robin never existed (○｀ 3′○).”】

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Silence reigned in the room in such a way that a single needle would create a sonic disaster, while the entire Wayne family screamed in disbelief:

W H A T?!!

Ha, it seems I should bring some relaxing tea and cookies, Alfred says, exhausted by the disaster.

【That's a wonderful idea, Alfred. 〒▽〒】

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ಥ _ ಥ) “Well... the thing is, in this universe, Batman and Robin never existed (○｀ 3′○).”】

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Silence reigned in the room in such a way that a single needle would create a sonic disaster, as the entire Wayne family screamed in disbelief:

W.H.A.T?!!

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“So Batman doesn't exist,” Bruce expressed his obvious confusion. “Neither does Robin,” Dick whispered with concern. “Wait, that doesn't mean that...”

Fear escaped him when he realized that without Batman and Robin, none of Gotham's heroes would exist as such.

Or rather, they never existed.

“Indeed, Master Dick, without Batman and his companions, Gotham has suffered great catastrophes at the hands of villains and criminals, unfortunately.”

In the large living room, feelings are like a fruit salad (mixed up like a disaster).

And Bruce... didn't know what to do.

Don't take this the wrong way, but after dying (again?) with your children (who also died at some point), waking up in an alternate world or reality, seeing your father figure, previously dead, (no one will make me love you, Bane) alive, and discovering that the legacy you created specifically to bring justice to the city where you were born and raised so that no one would have to suffer the same fate as you on the night you decided to see a movie with your parents, only to see them die in front of you, and it wasn't a quick death, but you were with them for about an hour while their bodies grew cold...You really have problems. The tension in the room could be cut with a simple butter knife. Everyone's faces were dark, as if, in the end, all the work they had ever done for the city—to improve it, to save it—had been for nothing. 

The tension in the room could be cut with a butter knife. Everyone's faces were dark, as if, in the end, all the work they had ever done for the city—to improve it, to save it—had been for nothing. 

To prevent their stories from repeating themselves.

And when things finally got better, the same thing happened to them as to the puppeteer. Now they had to start all over again.

Something inside them broke.

“All the work we've done... it's gone,” Jason says venomously in a dark tone, “ALL OUR DAMN WORK FOR NOTHING.”

Jay-Jay, please, we mustn't.

“WE MUSTN'T, DICK! My God! I know you're trying to be rational right now, but we all know you're as angry as I am.” Jason gets up furiously from the sofa and stands in front of Dick.

“Jason, please, we know you're angry, but yelling won't make things better.” Tim tries to be rational, attempting to calm Jason down and pull him away from Dick with his hand.

“Oh, shut up, smartass. You have no say in this.”

“Excuse me, I'm just as angry as you are, and I don't see you yelling at everyone else as if that would change anything.”

A fight had broken out in the middle of the room. The noise grew louder as everyone shouted at each other. Bruce was stunned. He didn't know what to do, even though he was the one who had made the plans. His mind was elsewhere. He felt cold as he watched his children fight; just when things were going well, they went wrong again. Again. But he couldn't let the situation escalate. He didn't want to lose his children again. 

KIDS, PLEASE BE QUIET!!

Bruce's voice interrupts the fight that had started between his children, who fall silent when they hear their father's shout.

"Please, I know this is difficult for everyone, but please don't argue. We've been through much more than this, and we know that together we can work it out. Please," Bruce pleads, his gaze lost in the glisten of his held-back tears, leaving more than one in shock.

【 The user ᗷᖇᑘᑢᘿ is 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕤. 𝒴𝑜𝓊' 𝓋𝑒 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 ͲᎻᎡϴႮᏀᎻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 συƚ vi ႺႵიჁiიႮა, 𝚜𝚘 cְҽҽɾ 𝖚𝖕ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)】

【Alfred 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 мα∂є ƈσσƙιҽʂ, sᴏ 𝖨 ᓰᘉᐺᓰᖶᘿ 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝗍𝗈 𝖏𝖔𝖎𝖓 ᏬᎦ ᖴO ᖇ тєα(^^ゞ】

“To hell with it, let's eat cookies!” Jason shouted, his eyes shining and letting out a slight growl as he stretched. 

“YEAH!” everyone shouted. 

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.....Now, after a well-deserved tea and cookie break, the bats were calmer, but some people were missing from the group. It wasn't until they heard the sound of the mansion door that they realized people were missing. 

Bang, bang, bang—

“Guys, open the door, please. I'm not kidding.” Stephanie banged on the door with all her might while Barbara followed her from the car. “Steph, don't bang too hard, we don't know if they're our friends.”

“I don't care if I bang on it, I'll remind them who they are; besides, I want to see my girlfriend and know she's okay.”

“I don't think that's necessary, Miss Stephanie. After all, we were waiting for you and Miss Barbara,” Alfred murmured as he opened the door, revealing the two young women who, upon seeing the butler, did not hesitate to hug him.

Babs, Step; my God, I'm so happy to see you." Tim, Cass, and Dike are the first to welcome them with a big hug.

Babs? But you weren't even in the warehouse. Dick runs to see the redhead, confused, not understanding why she was there if she hadn't died.

Accident at the Gothic Tower. Turns out that damn maniacal clown, the Joker, escaped just before the puppeteer thing happened and thought it would be a good idea to detonate explosives, which left me here in a strange world.

As the group heads to the living room where the bats had returned, the characteristic ping of Sici is heard again.

【System_8 added USER_HOST_STEPHANIE BROWN_ALIAS:SPOILER】

【System_9 added USER_HOST_BARBARA GORDON_ALIAS:ORACLE】 

【 ֡wҽlcօოҽ ᖶᓍ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 sᥡs𝗍ᥱm, ᎠᎬᎪᎡ 𝕺𝕹𝕰𝕾.ᙎᙓ ᕼOᕈᙓ ჄიႮ ℕℂ𝔼. ヾ(≧▽≦*)o】

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING– Stephanie screams as she climbs on Cassandra like a scared cat.

【 ԋҽʅʅσ, 𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖊 тσ 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 ᥡ᥆ᥙ. Mɏ ᥒᥲmᥱ 𝑖𝑠 ѕι¢ι, ᵃⁿᵈ I åm 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝓈𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓂 ƚԋαƚ sҽɾѵҽs 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 բαოílվ ꄲꊰ sᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴇʀᴏᴇs. 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝕒 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 Ꮏ𐒀 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 ოჹჹႵ 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 Һ૯คՐძ 𝘢 ʟօȶ ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ꓄ꃅꍟ 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬.】

The two girls turn their heads to look at the others, clear doubt written on their faces.  

“Don't worry, Gordon and Brown, you'll get used to it over time, besides, she's tolerable,” Damian blurts out as he religiously reads the book on how to survive an omegaverse. Until he comes across a very peculiar page which, the more he reads, the more disgusted he becomes, screaming in a very agitated manner. WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE!

What's wrong, Dami? What's going on?“ Dick quickly approaches Damian. ”What did the book say?"

Men... can get pregnant!!" Damian screams hysterically as he covers his eyes, as if trying to erase the mental image of what has happened.

“Excuse me, WHAT? How can they get pregnant? That's biologically impossible,” Tim blurts out, completely lost.

“Well, according to this book, in this world there is a possibility that men can get pregnant and women can get pregnant too.”

…

"Um, sici? Could you explain that a little more, please?" asks Bruce, tapping his temple with his fingers as if trying to massage it. 

“【იf 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝒶𝓈 ᵢ 𝐰𝐚𝐬 ʂαყιɳɠ, ꓄ꁝꏂ Ꮗ𐒀ᏒႱᎴ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 ᎿᏲᏋ𐒄ᎦᏋႱᏉᏋᎦ ɨռ ɪs 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝔟𝔶 ₜₕₑ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 of ‘OMEGAVERSE,’𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝚒𝚜 𝗮 sմճցҽղɾҽ 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗹𝘆 ɨռ 𝒻𝒶𝓃 ꎇꀤꏳ꓄ꀤꂦꂚ ահҽɾҽ ɮօȶɦ 𝗺𝗲𝗻 αղժ ωσмєη 𝒸ₐₙ ᏴᎬᏟϴᎷᎬ ႼჁჹყႶმႶႵ ɑׁׅ݊ꪀժׁׅ݊ 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 ｉｍｐｒｅｇｎａｔｅ ₒₜₕₑᵣₛ. ᎿᏲᎥᎦ ꀤꑄ 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ᖶᕼᖇᘿᘿ 𝔰𝔲𝔟𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 ᎬХᏆՏͲ 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 from †hê 𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝐨𝐫 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ꀘꂚꂦꅏꂚ ցҽղժҽɾs 𝗼𝗳 ‘female and male.’”】

And could you give us a brief explanation of the “subgenres”?

【 ₒ𝒻 𝕮𝕺𝖀𝕽𝕾𝕰! (*^▽^*) 】

【 As I said before, there are three subgenres: Alpha (α), Beta (β), and Omega (Ω). In these subgenres, omegas, regardless of whether they are female or male, can become pregnant and also experience a period known as “HEAT,” which makes them more “SUBMISSIVE.” This is their most fertile stage, and when they spend time with an alpha (more on this later), they can become pregnant. 】

【Alphas are mainly the elite of the genders, having an imposing presence and characterized by strong odors and a special voice that they use to give orders. Like omegas, they also have a period of heat, but with the difference that it is called “RUT,” where they become more territorial with their partners or potential partners, and their desire to reproduce increases, this also being their most fertile period.】

【And finally, the betas. To be honest, these could be classified as the “normal” humans of their universe, since although they also have the ability to sense and smell the alphas and omegas, they do not have to go through heat or rut.】

"And that's us" asks Dick, quite interested in the dynamics of this world. 

"Would you like me to give you your character sheets?"

As everyone looks at each other, they agree to see what category they are in.

We accept.

【Very well, here you go.

With that, they appear in front of each screen with their names and subgenres*.

Apparently, I'm an alpha, Bruce blurts out, looking at the big screen with the symbol (α) in front of him. “Me too,” says Tim, followed by Dick, Jason, and Cassandra. 

And we're betas, ha, thank God, I don't know what I'd do if I had to go through that. “Rut” and ‘jealousy’ are too cool for that," Stephanie laughs as she wraps her arms around Barbara and Duke's necks.

Damian is the only one who hasn't said his subgenre. 

“Dami, what's up, birdie?” asks Bruce as he approaches him, looking at him carefully.

“I... don't have a subgenre,” Damian blurts out, staring at the screen that says “gender not identified.”

“Can you explain why Damian doesn't have a gender?” Bruce's voice becomes somewhat dark as he sees how worried his little bat is about not having a gender.

【I'm sorry, I should have forgotten to explain the topics of herds and offspring to you. As you know, Damian is still a small child, which in this world is called a ‘puppy,’ so his subgenre will not be present until he is ‘mature’ enough to present himself, which is approximately 16 years old. So don't worry, little user, in a few more years you will have your second gender, although realistically, with almost everyone in your pack being alphas, it is most likely that you will be one too.】

"Hump, I expected nothing less after all, I must continue the family legacy and... wait a minute, I'M NOT SMALL"—Damian was proud to be an alpha like his father and brothers, although that pride was shattered a little when he realized that the system called him a puppy and small.

【Oh, I forgot to explain that you, as the Wayne family, are at the top of Gotham's elite, and since most of you are alphas, you get those extra points. Unfortunately, your previous selves were not considered family (* ￣︿￣)】

"Excuse me, what was the last thing you said?" Damian raises his eyebrow suspiciously, staring at the screen.

【 〒▽〒]] You guys really don't miss anything, do you? The thing is, since Batman doesn't exist, which is one of the most radical changes in this universe, well... let's just say that the original Wayne family didn't have the best reputation. How can I put this appropriately... 

 Forget it, Bruce suffered from emotional constipation and didn't know how to set boundaries, which made people take advantage of him. Dick, being the Waynes' first ward, joined undesirable social circles at an early age, which turned him into a hopeless egomaniac. Jason was no better, behaving like a party animal and troublemaker who took advantage of his power. Tim... well, he was a pretty interesting case, mainly an outcast who didn't like people. Damian had separation issues and pheromone disorders, which made him a troubled child. Finally, Cassandra and Duke didn't usually attend galas or big events, but speculation wasn't very encouraging, given the Wayne family history. Worst of all, none of them had been officially adopted, so, in short, people considered them trash.]]

“Wow, how... unexpected!” Barbara's voice breaks the silence that had invaded the room. The Waynes are in total shock: Bruce, Dick, and Tim look like they've been hit over the head with a brick, Jason is two seconds away from throwing up, and Damian, Cass, and Duke look completely traumatized.

【But hey, let's look on the bright side. You guys aren't like those idiots, and you can improve your reputation and revive the Knights of Gotham, haha.】

...

【Plus, you have new privileges, yay ╰(*°▽°*)╯】

...

【I really should stop dropping so many bombs, right? (￣m￣)】

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【 ℙ𝕝𝕦𝕤, 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪 𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕒 𝕪 𝕒𝕪 ╰(*°▽°*)╯】

 … 

【¿𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?? (￣m￣)】

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To say that the rest of the Wayne family (along with Step and Babs) was about to cause a scene would be an understatement. The room was chaos. No corner of Wayne Manor could be described as small, designed with the obscene opulence typical of Gotham's wealthiest. But with everyone moving around as if they couldn't stand still for a moment, the space felt really cramped.

Everyone was there. Alfred, Jason, and Duke were juggling teapots and coffee pots around the stove; Cass was sitting on the back of the sofa, listening to Damian rant about something he had discovered in the book, gesturing desperately with his hands; Stephanie was carrying cups to their recipients; Barbara was sitting at the kitchen table, staring furiously at her laptop screen; and Bruce was busy poking holes in the carpet with his walker. They were all dressed differently, some completely changed and others halfway through taking off the dirty pajamas they were wearing.

What mattered most to them at that moment was to find out who they really were in that universe and what they could do to avoid arousing suspicion about their abrupt change in personality or why Bruce Wayne had decided to adopt the five children who had been in the family for more than three years and who had recently been given the Wayne surname.

At least they still had a good relationship with their former allies from another dimension, such as the Gordons, the Foxes, and the Thompkins.ón con sus antiguos aliados de otra dimensión, como los Gordon, los Fox y los Thompkins.

But even so, things were difficult. Thanks to the information provided by the SICI and Barbara's investigations with Tim, everyone came to a tacit agreement on what to do.

“First, we must reclaim Wayne Enterprises. Then we can continue exploring the possibilities of creating a believable story that we no longer hate each other to death and are a ‘functional’ family,” Tim interjected as he projected the information in a PowerPoint presentation that no one in the room expected to end so quickly (never underestimate the power of a stressed-out Tim Drake with caffeine in his bloodstream). “Another thing we need to improve is our relationship with the citizens of Gotham, as we are labeled ‘millionaire scum’ just like the other members of society's elite; and especially our reintroduction as superheroes, or in this case vigilantes, of the city, as well as the implementation of measures from our previous universe to improve it. Any questions?” 

Duke is the first to raise his hand.

“Yes, Duke.”

“How do you manage to create that presentation in less than five minutes?”

“...You don't want to know, buddy, but the most important thing, and definitely my favorite part of the plan, is the rebirth of Brucie Wayne and how we can create our own personal versions of him for the public eye,” said Tim, emphasizing Brucie's words and how they could create their own brucie's versions of themselves.

Hearing Brucie Wayne's words, a spark ignited among everyone in the room when they realized that, since they didn't have to follow the script of their other reality, here they were completely free to commit that kind of chaos, which sent a chill down Bruce's spine. 

This is going to turn into chaos (right?)

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When the sun set and the moon reigned in the sky, our group of bats was finally able to rest... although not all of them.

Bruce was still in the room with the computer on. It was already 3 a.m., and although it wasn't the longest he had ever stayed awake, the stress was clearly reflected in him.

The more he investigated, the more he had to plan. After all, he was the strategist; he had to plan his steps carefully—how to act, what to say, how to improve. And what weighed most heavily on his mind was what was happening outside the walls of his home. At that very moment, hundreds of robberies could be underway, villains attacking, families being torn apart by a stray bullet… a child lost his family to a bullet.
He had to plan his next steps carefully.

He had to plan how to make Gotham a better place.

He had to plan.

He had to think.

He had to

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"Master Bruce" Alfred’s voice echoes in the room, cutting off the man’s thoughts.

"Alfred, I— Bruce stammered a bit as he spoke. —You came to carry me to bed, didn’t you?

—You already know me well, my lord. “But I’m here to recommend that you go to bed and rest; tomorrow will be a new day, and we’ll have a lot to work on as a family,” the butler replied, emphasizing the word “family.”

– I know, Alfred, it’s just that… I don’t know what to do anymore; everything I’ve worked on has disappeared, and I don’t know how to fix it. And just when I start improving my relationships with others, this happens and I… I’m scared, I’m scared of ruining everything; of going back to acting like a paranoid and hurting them without meaning to. I lost you, Alfred; you died. just like Jason, but you didn’t come back, and I don’t know how to keep from screwing things up again, and—and…

–Whatever happens from now on, you’ll face it together with your family– Alfred approaches Bruce and begins stroking his hair as he did when he was a child– Remember, you’re not alone, Master Bruce; you have me and the children. I know it’s difficult, and I won’t deny it. I’m also afraid, but I want to remind you that you’re not alone and never will be again. But anyway, I recommend you go to bed. Tomorrow will be a new day; beside, if I’m not mistaken, weren’t you going to try to reclaim Wayne Industries tomorrow?

–Ha, if that’s true. Apparently, old Bruce Wayne will be back on the streets.

–I’m afraid that will come to pass, my lord.

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Tim Drake can be many things: a genius, a detective, a vigilante, a caffeine-dependent insomniac, and at the same time a kid who can be found sleeping in the strangest places imaginable, with abandonment issues and seventeen backup plans for every conceivable outcome.

What he isn’t, however.

It’s being ugly.

And even more so when, after many information bombs and mental breakdowns, he realized that the system (SICI, was that its name?) had explained to them that there were significant differences between the universe they were now in and the old one. resulting in their interpersonal relationships not being the best. And to add to that, their physical appearances were also different.

Very, very different.

since he didn’t expect to see himself in the mirror when he woke up to go take a shower.

(a much-needed and urgent shower)

His face was completely ruined: dark circles, acne scars, and braces.

It’s not that he is against braces, okay? In fact, he even wore them during his Robin phase in the other universe, but God, he looked like a total geek—and not the sexy kind. It’s not that geeks are ugly; the thing is, even in the other universe he looked relatively good—I mean, he had plenty of admirers, and his exes can confirm it—well, if they could see them. And the worst part of all is that he looked like a 15-year-old when in his old reality he was about to turn 21.

–Okay, this is bad. Buuuuuut I’ll take care of that after my shower—he sighs defeated as he heads toward his sweet, hot shower.

—------/on the other hand, with SICI/

【𝔸 𝕤𝕡𝕒 𝕕𝕒𝕪? ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘! (*￣0￣)】

Sici says as she watches on a screen how Tim has his little emotional meltdown when he sees himself in the mirror.
At that moment, the system was in a tech-filled room lined with screens and files, putting the finishing touches on a copy of Wayne Manor from the old reality to transfer it to this one. primarily the Batcave with all its features, not to mention the suits and the information gathered by the bats.

To be honest, a system’s job could be categorized as boring in some cases and perhaps cruel in others, but Sici was more than happy to be the Bat-Family’s system; after all, they were practically legends.

With the sound from one of her screens, she watched Bruce Wayne successfully reclaim Wayne Industries, completing the first mission she’d assigned him. Well, for a job well done, she decided to award him the 100 B-point bonus.

“Sici? Are you there?” Bruce asked from inside the car, watching the screen with a raised eyebrow.

【24 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦? (✪ 𝑊 ✪)】

What do those points mean?

【 𝔹 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚-𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤, 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕫𝕫𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕓𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕧𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕥𝕤.

So, the more points we have, the more benefits we’ll get.

【 ℂ𝕆ℝℝ𝔼ℂ𝕋 👈(ヮ👈) 】

【 𝕆𝕙, 𝕀 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥  𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪, 𝕝'𝕞 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕠 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕔𝕒𝕧𝕖.】

Thank you very much for your help, Sici; you can go now.

With that, Sici returned to editing the new reality, looking for inflection points, mission developments, and possible scenarios. It wasn’t until she heard a melodious, sweet laugh—one she already knew so well—that she was able to disconnect from her work.

𝕃𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝔾𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕞, 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕖—with a bow, the system reveals its humanoid form to the magnificent entity.

–𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐬?

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟; 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕀 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕, 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕪.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬’ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭  𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬—the entity sighs, lamenting slightly.

𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕪, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠ns?

With some hesitation, Lady Gotham began—𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡—Lady Gotham explained—𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝.--𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥—𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞—𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠… 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞,  𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦.

𝕐𝕖𝕤, 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕪, 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖.

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Upon returning from a successful meeting, Bruce decides to go buy some candy to celebrate while he reviews more of the system’s options with the b points.

Upon arriving home, the first thing he sees is his children, along with Steph and Babs, in a kind of makeshift spa. Duke and Cass were painting their nails, while Dick was applying a face mask to Tim, and Babs and Jason were in massage chairs.

–So… "How did it go?" Dick says as he sees him arrive, eager for news.

Bruce, in his most flirtatious and outrageous tone, shouts, “Wayne Industries and Brucie Wayne are back, baby!”
After that, there’s an eruption of cheers and celebratory applause from everyone

–Dad, would you like to join us for our relaxation and self-care session? I think it’ll be necessary if you plan to show your most charming side to all the media alike– Damien asks, wearing a kitty face mask and looking at Bruce pleadingly.

–It’ll be a pleasure, Damian– Bruce finally smiles.

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It seems this will be a good start for our beloved bats. The surveillance stage can wait a bit; after all, Lady Gotham’s happiness and madness are only just beginning to take effect on our beloved 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬.












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