No matter what else happens, if there is one thing I can trust the kids with, it's coming to me with news. Perhaps if there was only one of them on the island— only Stephanie, only Damian, only Jason— then news would take longer to return to me, but between the four of them on the island, it's usually an abundance of news that I get by the day, never less. I know, before I return to the house that day, that there is another person on the island I should be concerned about, a young man proclaiming himself to be Batman. I keep close enough of an eye on the island population that I know the name that he goes by as a civilian.

I also know that I have no intention of trusting him from step one.

When it comes time to face the issue, it's on my own terms. I expect to see Terry as I saunter back that day from the Winchester, a straw basket with the day's leftovers in hand, and a few weapons in my pockets. The sort one wouldn't expect to find on an island like this, and enough to knock the guy out if I need.

"Need something?" I ask, stepping into view and seeing the way the young man's eyes are fixed on the house.