After the call ended, the room fell quiet for a moment. Everyone's gaze settled on the girl, but none of them quite knew where to begin.
In the end, Bruce spoke first. "Miaomiao, have you been using pearls and spiritual power to help Barbara recover?"
Miaomiao's face still glowed with the joy of hearing that Barbara could stand again. At his question, she nodded cheerfully. "Yes."
"None of us knew."
It wasn't just Bruce. Clearly, none of them had known about the Little Merfolk's plan this time, not even Butler Batman Alfred.
"Well, well, Miaomiao Wayne. You really are getting more and more impressive."
Damian stood to one side with his arms folded. His handsome features seemed composed, but his apparent praise carried a deliberately cool edge.
Usually, Damian called Miaomiao "Little Fish," and he would even get angry when someone else used that nickname. Now, he had addressed her by her full name, surname included. Clearly, the proud young boy was sulking a little.
"Pretty obvious, isn't it? Our silly little fish has grown up too." Leaning against the sofa, Jason tugged at the corner of his mouth. His voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard him clearly. "Keeping secrets from all of us. Looks like we shouldn't call you a silly fish anymore."
There was something slightly odd in all their tones. After all, secret scheming was a tradition in the bat roost. The Bat Brats were always keeping everyone else in the dark while secretly pulling off something big themselves, but being on the receiving end didn't feel nearly as good.
Especially when the person keeping the secret was Miaomiao, the sweet, well-behaved girl everyone adored.
"Keeping it from everyone else is one thing," Damian said, pressing his thin lips together, resentment practically spilling from his voice. "But