Puzzled - I'm Still Working On The Name

Puzzled - I'm Still Working On The Name

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sat, Dec 27, 20251h 23m
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The batbros (Dick, Jason, Tim and Damien) head out on patrol together for family bonding time. But it isn't the fun night punching bad guys they thought it would be. Instead, they run into Riddler. Dick is hurt and no one knows. Jason is claustrophobic. Damien has adopted a cat. Tim is done with family bonding time. They need to contact Batman for help, but first they need to find their way it out of this God dammed maze! (Also ages are - Dick: 22 Jason: 20 Tim: 18 Damien: 10 Ik big age gap, it's just how I see them. This follows no exact storyline you can read it how you want but there's no young justice involvement sorry ) Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, nor do I own the cover picture. This is an estimated 10-12 part story. Subject to change. Nope, now it's at least 16 parts. Enjoy
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Weakness

It was an inside joke. Each of the 'batfam' had a weakness. No one - not even Alfred - knew Batman's. Damian's was easy; Damian's was the heat. Couldn't stand it; he got way too hot way too quickly. Tim's was the dark. Was never found asleep without either a light on or the door open with a light on outside. Jason's was water. He couldn't hold his breath and had panic attacks when he had prolonged contact; say he was in a pool. Dick had two; cold and poison. He froze in twelve degrees (C) and never left the house with a jacket on. And the poison traveled at least three times as fast through his bloodstream as he didn't clot easily. Alfred had one too; as impossible as it seems. His was his age; he was nimble, yes, quick, yes, agile, yes, but occasionally his limbs cramped, or he had trouble breathing. ---Ⓜ️ for blood, gore etc, and bad language! ---

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