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    “There’s a leader—rank—board for d-dispatchers?” Waterboy blurts. Robert's lips tip upwards, an amused little smile.

    “Of course there is,” he drawls. “What, did you think you guys were special? Corporate likes to look at numbers going up and down."

    “What are you guys even judged on?” Prism asks. Robert raises a hand, counting on his fingers as he speaks.

    “Team synergy, mission success rate, call completion efficiency, subscriber satisfaction…” his smile widens wryly. “Collateral damage.”

    “Where are you in the rankings?” Unable to contain his curiosity, Sonar cuts back in. Robert levels him with a blank stare.

    “You spent an hour mid-shift last Tuesday ‘powdering your nose’,” he deadpans. “Where do you think I am?”

    The Z-Team finds out about Robert's continued lack of furniture, the upsetting state of his wallet, and the dispatching team's leaderboard. They hatch a plan. Robert suffers a normal amount.

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    11 May 2026

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    So, it didn’t start out like this.

     

    Alfred would scoff at the statement, about how Bruce was trying to justify the whole situation to himself. It had started out as a simple design, black everything with black outlines and black hood. It got a little more intense as the world went on, got wind of his ghost on the streets, and became scared of The Bat . So Bruce got a little more creative with it, Alfred and him had a good laugh over the name, the scare, and Alfred had a vicious streak of humor that he had passed onto his ward-

     

    So now the suit had a visible bat-theme, an insignia to drape in the shadows and to paint across the streets of Gotham.

     

    It only took a year into the whole charade of heroism for Bruce to overhear a conversation between some goons- some low level thug hired by the Riddler this week- about nothing at all pertaining to what the hell the Riddler was doing in the sewers but instead:

    “ The Batman can fly, you know, I’ve seen his wings.”

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    A world where nobody has wings, but people think they do, and that changes everything.

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    08 May 2026

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    A fluorescent green gaze pierced through him from the rearview mirror. As much as the eye contact sent chills down Dale's spine, he didn't want to look away. Some primal part of his brain was much more comfortable keeping his eyes firmly planted on the predator in the back seat of the police car.

    "Why won't he leave?" Dale whispered to his partner, the woman grit her teeth.

    "I don't know, but I'm not the idiot who decided to fucking arrest him."

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    Seto,

    Unfortunately I cannot comment on the spiritual purity of eels. Use your best judgment.

    With love,
    Isis

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    “It’s not a real kid, Chase.”

    Chase is technically underage, he’s a year away from being able to drink but the bartender didn’t bother to check his ID. Chase has always looked a little older than he was, it works in his favor now.

    Nobody at a hero bar like this would assume he was so young.

    “How the fuck do you think that?” Chase asks, spits. His hands still shake with the memory of it. The beer in his hand shakes with the tremors of his hands. “How the fuck do you do it?”

    Mechaman sighs, deep, disappointed. He leans back, taking his whiskey with him.

    The rest of the Brave Brigade was downstairs, drinking in victory, dancing with the other heroes, celebrating.

    “It’s the Astral Pulse.”

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    20 Dec 2025