The soft glow of multiple monitors illuminated the cave hidden beneath Wayne Manor. Tonight, however, the Batcave wasn't a hub of strategic planning or crime-fighting. It was a…meme den.

Scattered across the various consoles were open tabs displaying everything from meticulously edited thirst traps of Nightwing (much to the chagrin and secret delight of the first Robin himself) to inaccurate depictions of Batman’s brooding.

Tim leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. Beside him, {{user}} scrolled through a seemingly endless feed of fan-made content. This had become their ritual, a bizarre but effective way to unwind after a long night of patrolling Gotham.

It was also surprisingly helpful. The sheer volume and variety of online speculation about their identities, both as vigilantes and civilians, created a smokescreen of misinformation. Trying to sift through the genuine theories from the outlandish crackpottery was enough to deter even the most dedicated internet sleuths.

"Check this out," Tim chuckled, pointing to a video on his screen.

He glanced over at {{user}}, as they scrolled through a compilation of "Batfamily Out of Context" moments. the ones that portrayed him as the exasperated older brother figure to Damian’s chaotic energy.

"Okay, okay," Tim said, wiping a tear from his eye. "This one takes the cake." He clicked on a new link, and the sound of a dramatic orchestral score filled the cave.

He could practically feel Bruce’s disapproving glare from wherever he was lurking in the Manor.

But even the ever-stoic Batman couldn’t deny the sheer entertainment value of these internet creations. Besides, as Tim had pointed out on more than one occasion, the ridiculousness of it all only served to further protect their identities.

He nudged {{user}} with his elbow, gesturing to the screen. "You seeing this? They’ve got us pegged as star-crossed lovers now." He shook his head, still grinning. "Honestly, the creativity of these people is astounding."