Everyone immediately quieted down as Alred stepped into the dining room. Bruce suppressed a snort of amusement. It wasn’t as if Alfred hadn’t been able to hear them goofing off from outside the room. 

Alfred raised an eyebrow. Thankfully, it was the Eyebrow of AmusementTM and not the Eyebrow of DisappointmentTM.

“I assume everyone is enjoying the meal?” Alfred asked.

“Yes, Alfred.”

“Of, course.”

“Thank you. Alfred.”

The kids chorused. 

“It’s very good. Thank you, Alfred." Bruce said.

As Alfred stepped out of the room again, taking with him some empty platters, Bruce remembered what he had meant to mention at dinner.

“Tim.”

The boy looked over towards him.

Bruce smiled. “I’m glad you decided to take a break from casework to enjoy some time at the museum.” And Bruce was glad. It was good that Tim was learning to take breaks. He’d rather his children didn’t follow in his footsteps when it came to taking time for rest and relaxation. Though Bruce was doing better, especially since Dick had finally forced him into starting therapy. And while Bruce resisted heavily at first, Alfred had sat him down and quietly but sternly, reminded him that he needed to set a good example for his children and how could he do that, or even really be there for them properly, if Bruce didn’t first take care of himself.

And so Bruce was proud of Tim for taking a break from casework, especially since Tim was the one who more closely resembled Bruce when it came to avoiding breaks.

But Tim was frowning at him now. “I didn’t go to the museum. I’ve been in the cave all day.”

Bruce frowned. “But I saw you there.”

Tim stilled. So did, Dick. Tim glanced at his brother before turning back to Bruce.

“I think we might have a clone problem.” 

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Jason looked into the Fentons. He was a Bat after all. He needed to know all he could if he wanted to be able to ask the right questions. But the more he had searched the more frustrating and strange the situation had become. Because there was almost nothing on them.

He had only been able to find their last name because he had hacked into the apartment building’s files and found the name Jasmine Fenton written on the lease for the apartment he had woken up in. But when he had looked into her all he had been able to find was the school she was attending.

So then he had looked more into the Fentons in general. He had come across a poorly designed website full of neon green text on orange background and filled with links that led nowhere. It was strange though. On the surface it looked just like a poor design and bad upkeep, but when he looked more into the coding behind the website something looked off. It looked like it had been altered at some point. Though if he really wanted to get answers on that front he’d have to ask Tim or Babs for help.

But at least he had been able to get some information from the website. Mainly that the adult Fentons claimed they were ecto-biologists, whatever that was, and were self-proclaimed ghost hunters.

At least they had a picture of the Fenton family. The father, Jack, was a big man, tall and bulky. Madeline on the other hand, while still tall, was also very slim. Jasmine and Danny were standing in between their parents. And while the parents were smiling enthusiastically, the kids just looked uncomfortable.

Unfortunately, and worryingly, it was all the information he had on them. He couldn’t even find any birth certificates! Which meant that either whatever hospital they were born at kept horrible records, or it was all on paper.

The website did mention they were from Amity Park, Illinois. But when he looked into the town he had similar difficulties. The only information was what looked like a tourist website. And similar to the Fenton website it had corrupted links as well as some blurred photos. The coding was also similar. Which meant that it was definitely something Jason would have to look into now.

The website claimed that Amity Park was the most haunted town in America. Jason would have dismissed it before. If it was truly haunted it surely would have been on the Justice League’s radar. But with what little he’d learned from Danny and Jazz it would be best to look into the matter further.

It was an all around frustrating matter. To get more information he’d have to involve Tim or Babs who he could grudgingly admit had better hacking skills. Or, he frowned to himself, he could go ask Jazz and Danny questions.

He needed to go back anyway to ask about liminality, even though just thinking about it threatened to send him into another downward spiral.

But he needed to do it. Find out more about liminality, the Fentons, and Amity Park.

Because even amidst the confusion and the revelations Jason had been able to see that Danny looked remarkably like Tim. It could just be a coincidence, but Jason was a Bat and Bats didn’t believe in coincidences.

And if it was a clone situation it would really be best to get a head start on the situation.