Next day, in the training room.A few of the bats were currently training together, talking, and having fun while exercising.

Of course, it couldn't be a normal day without Dick antagonizing his brothers. As he teases Jason about this being a light day for him, Jason scowls before putting away the weights and starting to do push-ups on one hand, his tuft of white hair bouncing every time he pushes off the ground. Quickly reaching one hundred, Jason gives his brother a smirk. "I was just getting warmed up, actually."

Tim, looking on at what they were doing, drops his own dumbbell, getting right next to Jason. "Pssh, that's nothing." He starts to do push-ups on one hand too, but only using his thumb and pointer. "Using your whole palm for this is unnecessary.

Damian, looking at all of them, scoffs and gets into a handstand. "You are all pathetic. This is what you should be doing." He says, with a look of superiority. It quickly changes to surprise when Jason appears next to him in the same position. "Sorry, kid. You aren't special."

Dick gets close to them, deciding to copy and mix what Damian and Tim did and get into a handstand on one hand, using just the thumb and pointer. "How about this?"

They all get into the same position, the other hand behind their back. Damian looks to the others, grinning as they are all lined up. "First one to a hundred push-ups like this wins."

Cassandra, who had her arms wrapped up and was hitting a punching bag hanging from the ceiling, looks over at them with a smile. "Bad idea."

"What are they doing now?" The voice comes from Edward, who was doing squats in the back of the gym, next to Cassandra. The bar was loaded to the max with heavy plates, something that would be impossible to lift, but quite an easy load for the meta.

"They got into another competition. This time it's push-ups on one hand. First one to a hundred."

"Their hands will fall off after all that. And to think that they're called geniuses by other people."

Edward drops the bar, letting it roll off his shoulder onto the padded floor below. He reaches for one of the water bottles on a nearby bench, throwing one to Cassandra.

A few hours later, at the dining table, Edward and Cassandra were enjoying their food, smiling at each other as they looked to the other four.

They all had pained expressions on their faces. All complaining about the pain in their arms, unable to reach for their utensils and start eating. Jason was trying to get the food in his mouth by approaching the plate with his face and opening wide, his chin pressing on its edge, while Tim tried to use his foot to hold his fork.

Cassandra chuckles when Jason's face slams into his plate, remaining there while groaning. "Told you."

That night, they were all gathered in the cave near the Bat Computer, Dick and Damian standing while Cass and Jason were sitting down. Edward was above them, using that opportunity to feed the bats on the ceiling, but still paying attention to what was happening below him. "So, why'd you gather us here, Tim?"

Tim, who was holding Duke's shoulder, smiles as he looks at everyone, patting the other teen on the back. "Duke just hit a big milestone in vigilante bingo!"

Edward turns around in curiosity, leaving the bats behind while floating down, tucking his wings behind his back and leaning against the computer, crossing his arms. "Yeah, what did he get?"

"Send a supervillain back to Arkham by yourself."

Duke looks back at Tim, slightly confused. "What's vigilante bingo?"

Dick shrugs, closing his eyes for a moment. "Just a little game we are playing."

"What else are you keeping count of?"

Damian, deciding to start first, raises his hand in the air and smiles. "Raise your hand if you ever started your own superhero team." This gets Tim, Dick, and Jason to raise their own hands.

Tim chooses to be next. "Raise your hand if you ever changed your hero name."

This time, all of them raise their hands. Dick from Robin to Nightwing, Jason from Robin to Red Hood, Cassandra from Batgirl to Black Bat to Orphan, Tim from Robin to Red Robin—not much of a change there—and Edward, from Death Knight to Gotham's Reaper to Silver Death.

Next one to throw a question is Jason. "Raise your hand if you've ever been murdered and came back to life." Of course he goes for the one that can easily get him a point, but the others, like Cass and Damian, raise their hands, Edward too.

Duke winces, looking at the 4 with disbelief. "Are you guys for real?"

Jason shrugs, pointing to Edward over his shoulder. "Happens more often than you'd think. Especially to that guy, he dies quite often."

Duke looks at everyone, grimacing. "I do not think I want to play this game anymore."

"There are fun ones too. Like, raise your hand if you ever played a prank on Batman on the field." Dick interjects sheepishly, trying to make Duke more comfortable.

Everyone raises their hands again, Edward and Jason laughing as they look at each other.

Damian has an unpleasant expression on his face. "Only because I was made an accomplice by Grayson."

Duke turns curious, looking down at the youngest member of the team of vigilantes. "Now that's a story I want to hear."