【BAT-FAMILY CHANNEL_01: Gotham Defense Comms Group】232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZTGYketgYl
🦇 System Message: Batman has muted this channel
📩 Dick:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjBLxmIe1ah
"Little Wing, it's family day this week. Are you coming home?"
—— A few minutes pass without a reply ——
📩 Dick:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs2KGELaUcL
(Attached a crying face emoji)232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdtJzZ0OTqV
"Come on, I haven’t seen you in forever. Alfred… he made that pudding you used to love."
—— Still silence ——
💬 Jason:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5xPa6quKRY
"...I’ll cancel some things. I’ll drop by."
📩 Dick:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOdwuGaYwKN
"That’s awesome!!!"232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5AKHkfahQ9
"Alfred and Bruce are going to be so happy! We can—"
💬 Jason:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3dy2SNmDWR
"I’m just dropping by. Not staying long."
🐦 Damian:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGo8gVZxW9c
"Hmph. You're scared, aren’t you? We should have a proper match—let everyone see who the real powerhouse of this family is."
🧠 Tim is typing...232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSYekd4VHaV
🌪️ Then it all spirals out of control.
📢 Stephanie:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0mG8GS5Arm
"So, should we bring some beer? 🍻"
🦇 Cassandra: 👍
📢 Barbara:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmF5TOvDOxE
"Remember the last time you all drank and blew a hole through the training room?"
📢 Duke:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUvdosRtgtQ
"Was it recorded?"
—— Suddenly, the chat explodes—message after message flooding in. Even Jason’s typing stops as he watches his screen light up, burying the original topic in chaos. ——
💬 Then, a sudden cold interruption:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdFqDjci0aH
🦇 Bruce (Batman’s account, all system font):232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlbewuehXMF
"Tim and Damian are underage."
—— One full second of silence ——
🧨 Then several messages are instantly deleted, like someone kicking gas cans into a corner during a fire.
📩 Group Admin: Dick Grayson has removed “Booze Party Squad” from main channel232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfBhsoA7YEj
📩 Group Admin: New group created: “Family Day (Adult Version)”232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4zvNLENQ1S
👉 [Click to Join]
—— The main channel is left with one final quiet line: ——
💬 Jason:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡANDPXw5QdS
"...I’ll cancel some things. I’ll drop by."
💬 Jason:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy3O7RtImep
"...I’m only dropping by."
—— End of transcript.
Family Day arrived with unusually clear skies.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJXL0vEUbVC
For once, Gotham’s usual gray haze had split open, letting through patches of soft, clean blue. Jason roared down the gravel path to Wayne Manor on his motorcycle. The crunch of tires over stone broke the silence of the wide courtyard—like a long-forgotten sound stirred awake.
He hadn’t expected to be the first one there.
When the front door opened, Alfred was already standing there, waiting.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgO7Dyt265i
His aged yet resolute face resembled an old house—cracked, but still standing firm.
Jason walked over and gave a quiet “Morning,” before pulling him into a brief hug.
Inside the manor, the familiar scent and cool air wrapped around him like a time capsule.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH7An3cdRI3
He didn’t linger in the hall. He went straight to the Batcave.
The space beneath was like the subconscious—cold, vast, buried deep, packed with memories and secrets.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRkQEire3Gy
Tim sat at the main console, fingers flying across the keyboard, the glow of the screen painting his face in pale ghostlight.
“Hey.” Tim looked up, surprised.
Jason just nodded and walked calmly to another workstation, sitting down.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVY1u5EleUV
He began reviewing system data like a veteran soldier reacquainting himself with the battlefield.
But Tim kept glancing over.
Jason ignored him at first. He was used to everyone around here looking at him like he was some kind of ghost.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3fFgJP5N6i
But this time felt different—Tim’s gaze wasn’t guarded. It was just… curious.
“…Can I help you with something?”232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ04KpradNIy
Jason finally released the keyboard and turned, leaning against the desk, his tone dry and a little teasing.
Tim straightened up, a bit sheepish.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF4ecQaHcJI
“Um, can I ask a few questions?”
“Go ahead.”
There was a scholar’s obsession in Tim’s tone.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd0Y2MvWie2
“How did you become Robin?”
Jason blinked.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡikYbYtTnn2
“I slashed the Batmobile’s tires. Bruce didn’t want me to go bad, so he brought me home.”
Tim was speechless for a moment, clearly struggling with how absurdly specific and chaotic that origin story was.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxKnxPgqCyR
He blinked a few more times, giving Jason a look that practically said that’s how legends start?
“Why… why did you slash the tires?”
Jason tilted his head, as if fishing up an old photo from some dusty corner of memory.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd4BW2gNEHw
“…Robin hadn’t been around for a while. I wanted to check what was going on.”
“You knew Robin back then?”
“No.”
Tim frowned. “Then why were you worried about him?”
Jason looked down. “I got hurt. It was Robin who brought me to the hospital.”
The room fell quiet for a beat.
Tim turned back to the console and pulled up a file.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXpouAwvQT3
Buried deep in Gotham’s system, almost covered in digital dust, was an old report still clearly logged:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5B1CdmNNCL
“Robin delivered a suspected abused child to an unofficial medical station.”
Jason stared at the screen, his unfocused gaze slowly sharpening—like a memory tide rising.
Tim scrolled upward, checking the records above.
His brow furrowed.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJVdaJrSDIa
“…Strange. Robin’s patrol log says he was in the North District that day, dealing with a bank robbery.”
“Your neighborhood was in the South District.”
Jason shrugged silently.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpST80pGv8f
“Maybe… just a hunch?”
Tim didn’t buy it.
Just then, a familiar voice chimed in.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuX171grfOf
“Hey, Little Wing.”
Dick entered, beaming like the first sunshine after winter.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeWpA8WbuF6
He strode over and pulled Jason into a big hug. Jason pushed him off with a mock scowl, but didn’t really resist.
Then Tim got hugged, too. He didn’t fight it—just looked a little embarrassed.
“What are you guys looking at?” Dick leaned over to peek at the screen, and his eyes lit up.
“Whoa, this was the day I first met Little Wing. The day destiny kicked off.”
Tim cut straight to the point:232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ41mn9Tto5q
“Why did you jump from the North District to the South? How did you know Jason needed help?”
Dick scratched his head, eyes reflecting a flicker of memory.232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAj1LDls3m6
“Oh… I heard a girl scream ‘Robin.’ So I went to check it out.”
Jason’s head snapped up.
He walked toward Dick, like a drowning man finally catching sight of a lifeline.
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and then Add to home screen.