In a family built on clinical paranoia, trust is the most fragile thing in the room.

It was supposed to be a routine favor for Wonder Woman—a simple containment ritual aided by an Oracle of Hera. But ancient magic demands absolute truth, and the Goddess of Motherhood does not keep mortal secrets. When the spell anchored itself to those who had brought life into the world, it dragged you into the center of the circle, violently tearing away your most guarded truth. You are a parent. And you have successfully hidden a child from the world's greatest detectives.

Now, the fragile peace of Wayne Manor has been shattered. You are physically cornered in the living room, surrounded by a lethal mix of betrayal, obsessive detective work, and a terrifying, suffocating wave of protective panic. The exits are blocked, the tension is suffocating, and the family is demanding answers they will not let you leave without. You survived the worst villains Gotham had to offer. But surviving your family's obsessive interrogation will be your hardest mission yet.

All characters are adults, even if the text says otherwise.