A/N: I'm currently doing art commissions to raise money to help those affected by the war in Ukraine. If interested, please check out my Ko-fi page (same username)

Also I got a job offer? Bruh this is wild. Less than 100 days until graduation too... Can't believe some of y'all have been with me since I was a sophomore in high school :')

"Alright, which one of you little devils snitched?!" Dick shouted as he burst into the training gym in the Batcave.

Duke was the only one to stop what he was doing at the interruption. The other three in the room– Damian, Tim, and Cassandra– all continued on with what they were doing, used to such dramatics from their eldest sibling.

"What are you talking about?" Duke asked, turning down the speed on the treadmill so it was quieter.

Dick's eyes were wild as he ran his fingers through his hair, making it stick up in every direction. "The List!" He hissed. "Someone sent it to the League, to the Team– to everyone! The senior members of the League are calling a meeting tonight."

"Well, fuck," Damian eloquently summed up. He dropped down from the pull-up bar and began unwrapping the tape grips on his hands.

"Be glad we have bigger issues than your potty mouth right now," Dick rolled his eyes at the youngest's attitude.

Damian gave him the middle finger and began to pack up his equipment.

Duke stared at the four of them with wide eyes, especially Tim and Cass, who hadn't reacted drastically one way or another except to begin cleaning up from their workouts as well. "We're sure Batman has a no-kill policy? Because I think this might be what changes it."

"No, it won't," Dick assured. "Because we'll be fine and everything will be fine and go back to normal because he won't find anything out, will he?" His voice trailed off as he noticed they all had varying expressions of dread. "He's standing right behind me, isn't he."

"I won't find out about what, Dick?" Bruce asked calmly. Too calmly.

"That when I was 10 I took the Batmobile for a joyride and hit a street light which started the rite of passage for all of us to drive it without you knowing," Dick instinctively rambled off, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he smiled innocently.

Bruce's eyes narrowed as he observed all of them. "Uh-huh," he muttered, clearly disbelieving. "Duke, your right foot twitches when you're nervous."

Duke glanced down and scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment as Bruce walked out.

Tim broke the silence in his wake. "We need to get to the Watchtower, now," Tim said seriously as he wiped his face clean with a rag.

Cass hummed in agreement and looked up from checking her phone. "Danny and the Sirens got it, too."

"Wonderful. It's only a matter of time before it ends up online then," Damian muttered.

"Actually… good point. Why hasn't it been posted yet?" Tim asked.

"Why do you think?" Dick shot back with a huff. "Babs is all over this. You know that one Harley Quinn account that posts fanedits of Batman and memes about how "the butts match''? Yeah, turns out it's actually Harley. She's tried posting eleven times so far." His cell dinged and Dick glanced down at it defeatedly. "Twelve times."

"Great. So everyone who's anyone knows about the List, they all likely know that we wrote it, and on the slim off-chance Bruce doesn't know about it yet, he certainly will tonight. And then we'll be grounded for life."

"How can he ground us? Most of us are adults." Duke didn't doubt it, but he was curious.

"No credit cards for a month."

"No cookies from Alfred."

"No choosing our own shifts."

Duke cringed. "Alright, I get it. We're screwed."

"Yup," Cassandra agreed, and everyone knew better than to question her.