All the knowledge and skills Bruce had painstakingly taught them with his own hands had now become blades turned against his own side.
As Dick went deeper into his account, the events that followed gradually came to light.
The day after receiving the information Andrew had left behind, Bruce gathered the entire family, briefly explained what had happened to Andrew, and invited everyone to enjoy afternoon tea brewed by Alfred.
"Oh, so I had a part to play as well?" Alfred lifted his teacup with a gentle smile. "I'm truly touched, Master Dick. But knowing Master Bruce's habits, I imagine he did more than simply invite everyone to tea?"
"...You're right." Dick felt as though he was developing a stress response; even Alfred's smile made him uncomfortable. "Bruce asked everyone who the vampires would target next. Everyone offered their own opinions, but Damian thought the Blood Clan didn't necessarily need to kill everyone. The best approach would be to prioritize turning more people to their side."
Jason snorted. "The demon brat had a point."
Tim nodded. "For once, he was smart."
Dick and Jason immediately turned to look at him.
"What?"
"Little Red, you actually praised Rice?! I'm so moved!"
Dick made a show of wiping the corner of his eye, earning an eye roll from Tim and a retching gesture from Jason.
"But Rice's next remark wasn't quite so pleasant. He said the vampires would probably prioritize turning young heroes. 'If I were a vampire, I'd start by turning an army with no old geezers in it.'"
"Ha! Well said!" Jason laughed without restraint, casting a pointed look at the "old geezer" in the Batcave-not the all-capable Butler Batman Alfred, of course.
"Bruce thought so too," Dick said. "That was why he gathered the Bat Family at noon, in