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The night was too quiet.

Gotham’s industrial sector buzzed with a tension that prickled across the napes of everyone in the Batclan. Rain slicked the rooftop where they crouched in position, the rhythmic patter nearly masking the subtle clicks of comms and the faint shuffle of boots. Beneath them, the target’s warehouse glowed faintly—power running low, like a trap waiting to spring.

“They’re in there,” Nightwing murmured, peering through the binoculars. “Or they were. Motion sensors went dead two minutes ago.”

“This was supposed to be a sting,” Red Hood grunted. “And it smells like a setup.”

“They’ve covered their tracks well,” Damian said, eyes locked on the skylight. “Their reaction time is much better—”

“Robin, stop complimenting the bad guy,” Red Robin cut in.

Red Hood grunted. “Feels like a trap.”

Then—something shimmered below.

A glitch. A crackle. Then a flicker of light—

You appeared.

Your invisibility suit sparked, glitched, and failed completely. You stood in the open, guns raised, eyes burning. Tactical gear clung to your frame, black and sleek. Your hair clung to your cheeks, wild from the rain. Skinny, pretty, but lethal. His age. Damian’s eyes narrowed.

“¡Mierda!” you hissed, slapping the side of your belt. “Damn suit…”

“Hold position,” Bruce’s voice rumbled over the comms.

You raised your pistols slightly, daring anyone to twitch.

“Took you long enough,” you muttered, lips curling into something between a snarl and a smirk. “Didn’t think the whole bat circus would show up.”

Damian stepped forward, cape rustling softly. “Funny. You don’t look like much.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Neither do you, pretty boy.”

And just like that—the tension snapped. Guns up. Batarangs flicked from belts. Everyone ready to move.

But so were you.

And you were smiling now.