Jason stepped into the noisy living room.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx7vXzoJW44
He raised his hand like a gentleman tapping a wine glass in a bar—an unspoken signal that effortlessly drew everyone’s attention. The chaos gradually quieted, as if the air itself paused, waiting.
“Heh. Look what I’ve got.” Jason grinned like a prankster, pride laced in every word.
He revealed a slim white box from behind his back—light, clean, and suspiciously nondescript.
Tim squinted, craning his neck. “Is that... a disc? Don’t tell me—” He didn’t finish the sentence, but his gut had already started bracing.
Jason nodded with deliberate emphasis. “Yup. A fan gift for Leila. From Bat-Mite.”151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe1esJTmnfc
He stressed “Leila” with theatrical flair.
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At the name Bat-Mite, everyone’s expressions froze.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPcKaPZTWQk
They all stared at the disc like veterans eyeing a war relic—carefully, cautiously.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKkSANpHvor
The cover was a silhouette of a city skyline. Against a black backdrop, the outlines of buildings shimmered faintly.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKxmNvEk2vF
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“Blüdhaven!” Dick suddenly sat upright, struck like lightning. His eyes locked onto the image.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR59FfI7vRL
That antenna tower—undeniable. His city. His battleground. His home.
He narrowed his eyes and read the cover: “Good Night.”151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGAdR1igiSo
Just two words. Lonely. Final.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT4ORRudcBY
Below that: “Genre: Documentary.” No director. No runtime. No explanation. Just cold classification.
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Leila stepped closer, slowly, like approaching a sonogram of her unborn child.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq322ZP9bAH
Jason handed her the attached card.
Everyone gathered around, forming a circle. The disc and note passed from hand to hand.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ24hm2MAeFG
Dick clung to the disc like it was radioactive, scanning its ink-black lines, as if searching for a hidden code—or maybe just a flower in the dark.
Tim frowned and muttered, “Documentary… of what?”151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYF5yp5HSq5
His voice carried curiosity and a touch of dread.
Jason shot him a look like he’d been waiting for the cue. “Well, it’s Nightwing’s city. It better be about Nightwing.”151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnJvrji40mo
A trace of teasing lingered in his tone.
Damian crossed his arms. “A Nightwing documentary? I don’t even want to imagine it.”151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtRCiywht2L
He stared at the ceiling, clearly anticipating emotional damage. “It’ll just be sparkles, hugs, and unnecessary acrobatics.”
Stephanie raised an eyebrow, propped her legs on the couch. “Why isn’t it a rom-com? I’d rather watch a rom-com.”151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAYr7D83H35
She sounded annoyed—but her eyes never left the disc. A smile tugged at her lips.
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Leila tilted her head, genuinely curious. “Who’s Bat-Mite?” she signed.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ648btO1mv2
Jason instantly switched to “protective husband mode,” rushing to her side, hands gesturing fast:151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcLKv4KhldT
“Leila, Bat-Mite is a fourth-dimensional being. He’s… a Batman superfan. And I mean super.”
Leila’s eyes widened slightly. She lowered her head, thinking.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFNHV3IaMJA
“So… a fourth-dimensional being obsessed with Batman, and all his gifts are Batman-related?” she signed slowly.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsIDN4t4I4x
Her tone was calm but philosophical—trying to wrap her head around this cosmic fandom.
She tapped the corner of the disc case.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ3oYgBp0w9
“So this documentary… must be related to Batman. Interesting.”151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4y9F53KRpa
There was a distinct rhythm in her gesture—like a musician sensing an oncoming beat.
Tim jumped in, hands flying. “Not just that. Because he’s from a higher dimension, it could be a real story from a parallel world.”
His voice rose—excited, but uneasy. This wasn’t just a documentary. This could be… their future.
Barbara let out a soft chuckle, eyes narrowing. “But that title—Good Night—sounds kind of poetic.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡemNUtgEimu
Not like an action flick. Not even a biography. More like… a farewell.”
Batman stood quietly nearby, hands clasped behind his back. No expression.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEUEb2LHhK2
He didn’t interrupt. Didn’t object. Just watched. As if… he already knew something.
Jason smirked. “Either way, let’s watch it. Maybe someone’s future soulmate is in there.”
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Jason glanced around, eyes sweeping like a game show host revealing a twist.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj2z8HbxxSf
Last time Bat-Mite sent something, he ended up with Leila. This time? Time to see who’s next.
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The group made their way into the screening room.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7vXuT9iQUt
Footsteps, the scraping of chairs, and the crinkle of popcorn bags layered together into a familiar symphony—an unspoken ritual that always marked a Bat-Family movie night.
The lights dimmed gradually, as if the room itself was bracing for a prophecy.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0RGBUjta1Z
Jason glanced around, then back at Leila. He hesitated, brows furrowing. “Are you sure? If it’s too intense... you can... ”
Leila rolled her eyes with a soft smile and signed, “This is my fan gift, remember?”151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTvRGc1MANH
The motion was firm, tinged with a little pride.
Jason surrendered with a shrug and took the seat beside her.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuupAP1IukH
He was still wondering how none of them had ever managed to talk her out of anything.
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Tim had already opened his laptop, ready to cross-analyze data as the footage played—his screen glowing faint green.
Stephanie lounged comfortably, shoes off, feet up on the seat edge, halfway through a bag of popcorn like she owned the place.
Dick took the disc and carefully slid it into the player.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuVcvJif239
The lights dimmed completely. The only remaining glow came from the screen—and even the sound of breathing seemed to sync with the hush.
An unfamiliar production logo appeared. It was the same mysterious name that had turned up nothing in previous online searches—as if the company didn’t exist outside these films. But no one commented. They all knew: this was classic Bat-Mite.
Then the documentary started—abruptly, no fade-in.
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On screen, a woman—Claire—was jolted awake by a blaring alarm.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwTWu5KCaOg
No cuts. No transitions. The camera stayed on her face. She looked groggy, but her motions were second nature: turning off the alarm, opening the blinds, unlocking the café door.
She was the owner of a tiny coffee shop—brewing coffee, shaping bagels, wiping down the counter.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4gagaM9vEV
It looked like any small breakfast joint you’d find tucked in a Blüdhaven street corner.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUUIOdRzXzn
The setup was warm, grounded—offering an oddly peaceful glimpse of everyday life.
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There was no narrator—only her inner monologue.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwFaNf8ttVr
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“Opening at 6 a.m. should be considered a felony,” or “These bagels look like they’ve been in a fight.”
The black humor had several people in the room stifling laughter.
And then the kicker—she went to bed at 10 p.m. every night.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfbj1c4EdFo
For a family of nocturnal vigilantes, it was like watching footage of an extinct species.
Damian muttered his first review, deadpan: “She looks… incredibly weak.”151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNHBvxM97i7
There was no filter in his tone, as if doubting she could even survive a basic mugging.
Jason turned to Dick, raising a brow. “Do you know her?”
Dick stared at the screen and shook his head. “No. Never seen her before.”151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXer7fjnkAX
There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in his voice—no fake familiarity either.
Tim, typing, looked up. “Her café’s right by the precinct?”151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgFQFqTTWAv
His voice was puzzled, as if thinking: That close? How have you never noticed her?
Dick shrugged. “Honestly, I didn’t even know there was a coffee shop there.”
Tim nodded and typed faster. “Parallel universe, probably.”
The screen cut to Day Two.
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and then Add to home screen.