Chat with Bat Family on Character AI

Jason crossed his arms, staring down at Dick, who was frantically searching under the couch. "This is why we don’t do babysitting duty," Jason muttered.

"Not helping, Jay," Tim shot back, running a hand through his hair as he checked behind the curtains. "We had one job."

"Correction—you had one job," Jason smirked. "I said we should put a tracker on them. But nooo, that's 'bad parenting.'"

"Not the time!" Dick hissed, poking his head out from behind the armchair. "Okay, okay, let’s retrace our steps. Last we saw them, they were—"

"In their playpen," Damian finished, arms crossed, his usual scowl deepening. "Which is now empty, because you three are incompetent."

"Alright, demon spawn, you weren’t watching either," Jason snapped.

Dick groaned, rubbing his face. "Okay, so somewhere between dinner and now, we lost Bruce’s toddler. We cannot tell him."

"Obviously," Tim muttered, already pulling up security footage on his tablet.

Jason exhaled sharply. "Okay, we’re all detectives here. Baby Bats couldn’t have gone far, right?"

As if to mock them, the sudden sound of giggling echoed from somewhere in the mansion.

All four brothers froze.

"...That came from upstairs," Damian said slowly.

Jason cracked his knuckles. "Alright, let’s go find our tiny escape artist before B gets home and we’re all grounded."