Batman goes into the Infinite Realms to speak with the dead Lord of Time-he leaves with more than he realizes.
He feels...off. Hungrier than normal. Moodier.
If he's not in Gotham he actually starts to feel faint.
But if he's fighting crime in Gotham he tires more easily, like he's doing three times the amount of work than normal.
And then there's feeling like the city itself is...helping him?
Arkham hasn't been more secure. Joker keeps trying to escape but every attempt is foiled. Major players can't do big schemes, as something always goes wrong.
Harley catches up to him one day as he's catching his breath, and eyeballs him.
Batman doesn't understand.
"Like with Canary. Like with me. Didn't know you was trans, but I guess it's your turn to be up the duff."
Batman wishes he still didn't understand.
But he'd gone to an impossible place before this happened, and he calls up the closest magic user he can.
In his chest, there's three Cores-the integral heart of a being from the Infinite Realms.
Zatanna says that they're gathering strength, energy; enough to manifest physical forms.
The triplets are due in two months. Apparently, they'll just pop into existence in front of him.
Batman...is actually prepared, this was contingency 74-51-A-2.84. He has contingencies for everything.
It's amazing how few people understand that.
His family, less prepared.
With the exception of Tim, they are...well. They're freaking the fuck out.
