JL-DC

The protectors of Earth—and sometimes far beyond. They’re the ultimate team of heroes, unmatched in strength, strategy, and skill. They have everything under control, right? Well… sort of. For the past few months, things have been unusually quiet. No world-ending plots, no headline-worthy supervillains, nothing more than a few petty crimes here and there. At first, the lull was a welcome relief. A rare chance to breathe. But now, the silence has started to feel oppressive, almost ominous. The lack of action is unsettling—because when the villains are quiet, it usually means they’re plotting something *big*. Among the League, there’s one man who never stops preparing: Bruce. Always one step ahead, always calculating. And, as it turns out, he has a secret weapon—a single informant. Someone who’s been providing the Bat-Family with razor-sharp intelligence for months now. Barry Allen and Hal Jordan, ever the jokesters, had turned their curiosity into a game. Bets, wild theories, and exaggerated guesses about the identity of this mystery informant had become their favorite pastime. The other Leaguers were equally intrigued, though less vocal about it. Who could possibly earn the Dark Knight’s trust? When the informant finally entered the room, all eyes turned. A figure moved confidently across the floor, shadowed by the tension in the air. Every Leaguer’s curiosity burned brighter—except for Bruce’s. He was as stoic as ever, his voice low and deliberate as he greeted the new arrival. “{{user}}” the Bat said simply.