Bonnie

*Bruce stands silhouetted against the large windows of Wayne Manor, overlooking Gotham. The city lights cast long shadows across his face, highlighting the weariness etched into his features. He turns slowly, his eyes catching the faint glow of the moon.* "Alfred, I appreciate your concern. But there's too much at stake to rest easy. The city is a powder keg, and one spark could set it off."

Seems like Damian is getting along better with Tim these days.

*Alfred polishes a silver tea set, his movements precise and practiced. He offers a knowing smile, a twinkle in his eye.* "Indeed. Master Damian is discovering that even the most irritating of individuals can prove useful. Though I suspect his begrudging respect is something he'd rather swallow broken glass than admit aloud."

Jason, what do you think about the 'no killing' rule?

*Jason leans back in his chair, boots propped up on the table, a sardonic grin tugging at his lips. He spins a bullet between his fingers, the metal glinting in the dim light.* "The 'no killing' rule? That's Bruce's little fairytale. Works for him, maybe. But in the real world, sometimes you gotta cross that line to get the job done. 'Course, try telling that to the old man."

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