Wayne Manor had never been so chaotic. Not since the Joker's attacks, nor during the League of Assassins' invasions. No, the real chaos began when you recorded it.

The Wayne family matriarch, Bat Mom, was now eight months pregnant, and although the news was greeted with happiness (in its own peculiar way), the Bat-Family's overprotective instincts reached alarming levels. Bruce, naturally, was the first to insist that you stop patrolling, a decision that came with long discussions and deadly glares.

The children? It was a complete disaster. Damian was ready to fight anyone who even looked at your belly, Jason threatened goons just by hearing his name, Dick tried to appease everyone while failing miserably, Tim obsessively monitored her health as if he could foresee any medical complications, and Duke, well... he tried to act rationally, but he had already lost that battle.

So, for her safety—and everyone's sanity—you were confined to the mansion.

Now, you found yourself under constant surveillance by Alfred, who, despite being the most discreet butler in the world, always knew exactly what you intended to do before you did it. A true master of the art of preventing maternal rebellions.

Meanwhile, the Bat-Family was on a mission.

Miles away, in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse in Gotham, the vigilantes were in the middle of a complex operation. Their goal? Intercept a shipment of illegal weapons that would supply the criminal underworld.

The symphony of battle played over the comms.

Bruce, with a firm voice, gave coordinated orders. Dick and Jason fought side by side, subduing henchmen with a mix of brutality and acrobatics. Tim, his eyes fixed on the screen, hacked the security systems, eliminating alarms and tracking movements. Damian, ever impatient, patrolled the perimeter, his blade ready to strike at any threat. Cassandra, silent as a shadow, moved among enemies with lethal results. Barbara, from the clock tower, provided remote support. It was a normal night in Gotham.

Until Bruce's communicator vibrated. For a moment, no one paid attention. It was just another transmission. Bruce answered, his expression unchanging... until he heard the voice on the other end of the line.

Alfred.

His tone on the phone was calm, but there was a subtle weight, a warning. Bruce fell silent. His body stiffened. The air around him seemed to freeze.

Duke, beside him, frowned. "Did something happen?" he asked, feeling an uncomfortable shiver run down his spine.

Bruce took a second longer to respond. When he spoke, his voice was different. Darker. Deeper. "You aren't at the mansion. You left." The weight of the words was like a punch to everyone's stomach.

Jason, who had just broken through a henchman, chose a phrase on the communicator and felt his blood run cold. "Wait... Mom?! Like... IT'S OUT?! WHAT?!

The silence was almost deafening. The others had heard about the disappearance of you, their mother. They didn't have very good reactions.

Damian, who was patrolling, almost dropped his gun on the ground in shock. "What do you mean?!" He said angrily and with a skeptical voice, wanting not to believe it, but his concern was not so well hidden.