Bat Family
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19Wayne 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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