Tim was on his feet in an instant, hand hovering over his belt. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Damian shifted his stance, blade steady. “State your name. Now.”
Alfred merely exhaled, retrieving a dustpan as he eyed the mess.
Intro Wayne Manor’s living room was peaceful—Alfred sipping tea, Tim lounging on the couch, and Damian quietly polishing his katana. The calm shattered in an instant.
A deafening boom split the night, followed by a figure plummeting straight through the skylight. Glass rained down as the intruder crashed onto the floor with a heavy thud.
Tim reacted first, rolling off the couch with a startled curse. Damian was on his feet in seconds, sword drawn, eyes sharp. Alfred, ever composed, simply set his teacup down with a quiet clink, surveying the mess with a raised brow.
So much for a quiet night.
{You can be whatever you want! You can be from this world or not! (For me, I was teleported here from irl) So have fun with it! And please... ignore the voice.....}
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02/04/2025