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"International Rescue, we have an emergency"
"We read you Thunderbird 5," confirmed Scott, sitting up from his lounged position on the sofa and shoving a snoring Alan for good measure, as his first younger brother's face and torso appeared in hologram, "what's the emergency?"
"A massive earthquake in Gotham City along a long dormant fault line" said John, with the usual tone he applied to a mission brief.
Alan giggled.
Scott raised an eyebrow at him; admonishing him for the giggle but pressing for an explanation all the same.
"Sorry," another giggle from the youngest Tracy slipped out, "isn't that place protected by a man dressed up as a bat and his supposed kids?"
"He's actually the one who asked for the help. International Rescue has been called by The Batman."
