Chaos swirled around them. Stars bent to impossible angles. Ghosts of countless realms peered at the newcomers.
And yet, somehow, beneath it all, there was a strange warmth.
The King Phantom wasn’t just an eldritch being. He was their guide, their parent, their constant.
Even if the Infinite Realms hated them.
“Lesson two,” Danny said, “is simple: survival is teamwork. And you’re all family now. Whether you like it or not.”
Damian’s sword twitched. Jason’s eyes narrowed. Tim’s fingers clenched his pad.
Bruce finally allowed himself a single, slow breath.
Danny’s wings shimmered, casting light that bent space and time around them.
“Lesson three,” he said softly, “is that even in infinite chaos, there is safety. Because family… watches over each other.”
A sudden shimmer wrapped around each of them, light that warmed the soul and whispered of protection, patience, and endless guardianship. The Batfam felt it, deep in their bones: a presence older than time, yet intimate as a heartbeat.
Damian lowered his sword. Jason exhaled. Tim relaxed his fingers. Dick let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. And Bruce—Bruce felt something he hadn’t in decades: complete trust.
Danny looked at them with quiet authority and infinite tenderness.
“You’re ready now. Not for death. Not for chaos. But for the world you protect… together.”
And in that moment, the Infinite Realms shifted around them—not threatening, not cruel, but alive. Alive because they were alive.
The chaos had not won.
The danger had not claimed them.
Because they were not alone.
The Ghost King, the Eldritch King, the Phantom of countless stars… had chosen them as family.
And for the first time in centuries, the Batfam understood what it meant to be truly watched over.
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