The Batfamily had been trapped in Willow Ridge for twenty-one days — long enough to understand the rules, long enough to stop pretending this place followed anything natural. At night, the forest whispered. Shapes with perfect smiles tapped on windows. People vanished. Roads looped endlessly. Bruce tried to lead. Dick tried to keep everyone sane. Tim lost sleep mapping patterns that made no sense. Jason patrolled the perimeter with a tension wired so deep into him it made everyone else uneasy.