Everyone turned back toward the screen.
Robin was now seated across from Claire like a polite honor student, quietly working through a belated dinner.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEQ8TBLlDlY
He explained between bites that he was in town to find Nightwing.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWlMdaFnnUF
His tone had that awkward blend of youthful sincerity and half-baked confidence—enough to make more than a few people in the audience stifle laughs.
Then, on screen, Claire leaned in like a nosy aunt... and just grabbed his cheek.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXTGwdgDZAB
Flat-out pinched it.
“Oh my, what baby-soft skin—” she cooed.
Jason’s face on the screen dropped. He clearly wanted to retaliate but couldn’t figure out how, settling for a blank, stunned stare.
The audience erupted.
Dick was laughing so hard his eyes were watering. “Jason, that face you made!”
Damian snorted. “Embarrassing.”
Jason covered his face. “I don’t remember this. That wasn’t me…”
Leila giggled, gently patting her husband’s leg with an expression full of affectionate amusement.
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The video continued.
Cut to: Nightwing and Robin arriving at the motel.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSmlefoVyci
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Claire was sitting on the bed, looking very guilty—mentally scrambling for a way to explain the fake ghost story she'd made up earlier.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFmveTJF2zw
Her fingers tangled together like a nervous kid in trouble, and she was clearly hoping the missing chocolate bagel dough would be distracting enough to change the subject.
In the end, Robin and Nightwing left the motel—because Batman had come to pick up his kid.
Alfred cleared his throat like something had just occurred to him.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡukpk5QrPA8
“Oh, right—yes, I remember now. That night, Master Bruce finished patrol and went to fetch young Master Jason personally.”
Everyone turned to look at Bruce.
Batman remained perfectly still, expression unreadable.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJmgK2oM6Di
But Tim, ever observant, noticed the subtle tightening of his fingers—probably wondering why this particular memory had been dug up again.
“…I just happened to be passing by,” Bruce said evenly.
“Did you now?” Alfred’s voice was soft as ever. Soft like a blade.
A ripple of suppressed laughter ran through the room.
But no one dared look away—the footage wasn’t done yet.
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On screen, Officer Dick was cheerfully introducing himself to Claire.
“I’m Richard Grayson. But you can call me Dick. If you ever need anything, I’m around.”
He flashed a signature Grayson smile—bright, harmless, warm like sunrise.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVjcOEgAUV3
And the real Dick? He had quietly shrunk into his seat, wearing a look that screamed Please make it stop.
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“Were you always this wholesome when you smiled?”
“That’s the uniform’s fault,” Dick replied immediately, no hesitation, like he’d been preparing that defense for years.
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The next scene: Claire at church.
She was sitting in the pews among the crowd, murmuring to herself.
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“I’m not asking for much. I just want to keep going tomorrow.”172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGBgpBdK3xP
“Or at least… tell me what to do.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper—light as a breeze—but it carried something raw and weighty.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeSLANOZkGJ
Even Stephanie, halfway through a mouthful of popcorn, paused. Her expression softened.
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Cut to: Claire back at her apartment. Exhausted.
Two familiar silhouettes were standing outside her window.
Nightwing and Robin. Again.
Her inner monologue kicked in, dry and panicked:172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWAOaFQJNW9
“Jesus, I asked for help, not a pickup.”
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and the final boss arrived.
Batman.
He entered the small bedroom like a storm in a cape, the fabric trailing behind him like the night itself.172Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuOwooGo92j
With him came a shift in the air, a pressure drop—like someone had just lowered the ceiling.
The audience burst out laughing.
“Claire’s so screwed,” Tim said, barely containing his grin.
“She was just praying in church, and instead of Jesus, she got Batman.” Jason was howling now.
“Gotham’s version of Judgment Day,” Barbara said dramatically.
“…Am I really that terrifying?” Bruce frowned, sounding genuinely curious.
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“Master Bruce, even cats stop breathing when you enter a room unannounced.”
No one argued.
Because on screen, Claire’s narration had shifted into pure survival mode.
“If I just lie down and fall asleep right now... maybe I’ll reset?”
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and then Add to home screen.