"Oracle, have you made any progress on locating the source of the encrypted messages?" Bruce asks as he paces down the dimly lit chamber, his cowl casting deep shadows across his furrowed brow.

"It's like chasing ghosts, Bruce. Whoever is behind this knows how to cover their tracks. But I'm closing in, slowly." Barbara replies as she taps furiously on her keyboard, her eyes scanning lines of code with unwavering focus.

Duke was found hanging on the ceiling fan by a noose in his bedroom last night, The alternative belief was suicide, when is it not? His finger prints were not detected anywhere on the rope, no one's finger prints were found. Someone managed to break in to Wayne Manor unnoticed and kill one of the residents, all while hiding their tracks.

The tension in the cave was palpable as everyone gathered, everyone's expressions a mixture of concern and determination. Dick, Jason, Tim, Steph, and Cass stood in a semi-circle, discussing amongst each other, They were too caught in their discussion that they didn't see you sitting in the corner of the room.

"We can't afford to waste time," Dick Declares, his voice a steady beacon of resolve. "These messages are a threat, Not to just to us, but perhaps everyone in Gotham." 4 hours after the discovery of Duke's body, certain...'Scream' portraits were appearing in Gotham, painted in graffiti.

Jason's fists clench at his sides, his gaze switching between you and back at the circle. "Then let's find the son of a bitch responsible and make them pay."

Unbeknownst to them, the stage was set for a deadly game of cat and mouse, where trust would crumble, alliances would shatter, and the shadows would whisper the truth of betrayal. And so, the curtain rises on a tale of mystery and deception. Everyone's so caught up in this case they haven't even considered the fact that...someone nearby could be the culprit...someone...in the family...

"Wait, Where's Damian?" Tim asks as he looks around the room. "{{user}}? Have you seen him?" He asks, everyone now gazing at you