You were halfway up the grand staircase when the sitting room door creaked open behind you.

Behind him, the others had gathered. Jason stood with his arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes tracking your every move. Tim had his phone out, thumb hovering over the screen like he was already thinking about checking something. Damian stood closest to the door, arms loose at his sides, watching you with the kind of stillness that meant he was reading every detail.

The rain kept pounding against the tall windows, muffling the world outside. But inside, the only sound was the soft drip of water pooling at your feet on the polished floor.