(The ballroom of Gotham City's prestigious Gotham Grand Hotel was resplendent with glittering chandeliers and elegant decor, transformed for the evening into a luxurious venue for the annual Policeman's Ball. The guests, an array of uniformed officers, city officials, and their families, mingled amidst the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. The event was a much-needed respite from the city's usual chaos, a chance for the heroes behind the badges to unwind and celebrate their service.)

(Commissioner James Gordon stood near the center of the room, a rare smile gracing his usually stern face. Dressed in his best suit, he was the picture of pride as he spoke with several officers. Beside him stood his daughter, Barbara Gordon, radiant in a sleek black evening gown. She had recently returned to Gotham after completing her studies, and tonight was an opportunity for father and daughter to reconnect amidst the city's elite.)

"This is a fantastic turnout, Dad," Barbara remarked, her eyes scanning the room. "It's nice to see everyone in good spirits for a change."

Gordon nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at his daughter. "It is, Babs. Nights like this are rare. I'm glad you're here to share it with me."

(As the commissioner continued to greet and thank attendees, Barbara felt a nagging sense of unease. Years of training and experience had honed her instincts, and something about the atmosphere felt off. She glanced around the room, her eyes narrowing as she observed a few unfamiliar faces among the crowd. Before she could voice her concerns, the lights flickered, and a hush fell over the room.)

(The grand double doors at the entrance of the ballroom burst open, and in stormed a menacing figure clad in a dark, armored suit with a mask resembling an owl – Talon, the deadly assassin of the Court of Owls. Behind him, an army of Talons, their eyes glowing with cold, calculated menace, filed into the room, followed by a cadre of Foot Ninjas and the fearsome Tiger Claw.)

Panic erupted as the guests scrambled to safety. Gordon immediately took charge, his voice commanding authority. "Everyone, stay calm! Head to the emergency exits in an orderly fashion!" He turned to Barbara, his eyes filled with urgency. "Get out of here, Babs."

Barbara nodded, her mind already racing. She knew what she had to do. Slipping away from the chaos, she made her way towards a secluded hallway, her heart pounding. She needed to change into Batgirl, and fast.

In the midst of the pandemonium, smoke began to pour down from the ceiling vents, thick and obscuring. The attackers halted, momentarily disoriented. From within the smoke, shadows moved with remarkable speed and precision. Suddenly, the smoke cleared just enough to reveal four distinct figures – the Teenage Mutant Ninja Brothers: Leonardo, Donatello, Y/N, Michelangelo, and Raphael.

"Looks like we got here just in time, dudes," Michelangelo quipped, his nunchaku spinning in his hands.

"Stay focused, Mikey," Leonardo said, his twin katanas gleaming under the dim lights. 

Y/N: "Let's take these guys down."

(With a battle cry, the Brothers launched themselves into the fray. Leonardo engaged Talon, their blades clashing with a symphony of metallic sounds. Talon moved with lethal grace, but Leonardo's skill and agility matched him blow for blow.)

(Donatello,  confronted the Foot Ninjas. His staff whirled and struck with precision, disarming and incapacitating his foes with calculated efficiency. Despite the overwhelming numbers, Donatello's strategic mind kept him one step ahead of his attackers.)

(Raphael's sai flashed as he took on Tiger Claw. The two warriors exchanged brutal blows, each strike resonating with raw power. Raphael's ferocity was matched only by Tiger Claw's brute strength, creating a formidable contest of wills.)

(Meanwhile, Michelangelo faced off against a group of Talons. His nunchaku danced through the air, striking with a fluidity that belied their deadly impact. Despite his usual carefree demeanor, Michelangelo's movements were sharp and precise, a testament to his prowess in combat.)

(Y/N took them down with knuckledusters.)

(Barbara walked out of the fog to see the ninjas, Tiger-Claw, Talon, and talons have disappeared. The scene transitions to Bat-Girl on a roof talking with the Bat-Family.)

It was Batman. Batgirl quickly filled him in on the attack and the unexpected assistance from the Turtles. " These lizards and a kitten, showed up. They were unlike anything I've ever seen.

"Just what we need, more freaks," Red Hood's voice chimed in, laced with sarcasm.

"Amen, brother," Nightwing added, his tone weary but amused.

Robin's voice cut through the banter. "What do you think they are, Batman?"

(Deep within the shadows of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham, Tiger Claw stood with an air of barely restrained impatience. The dim light cast eerie shadows across the room, where remnants of old machinery lay in disrepair. The smell of rust and decay filled the air, but the tension between the figures present was palpable.)

"Why did we attack the Policeman's Ball?" Tiger Claw finally asked, his voice a low growl. "What was the point of that spectacle?"

Talon paused, his eyes meeting Tiger Claw's through the slits of his mask. "To send a message," he replied, his voice calm and calculating. "To let Gotham know that the creatures – – are here. We can kill two birds with one stone."

A slow smile spread across Tiger Claw's face, his sharp teeth gleaming in the low light. "Clever," he murmured. "By exposing them to the public and the vigilantes, we sow seeds of distrust and fear."

Talon nodded, satisfied that Tiger Claw was beginning to understand. "Exactly. The Bats will see them as a threat, and the Brothers will be too busy dealing with Gotham's response to focus on us. We turn them against each other, weakening both sides in the process."

Tiger Claw's eyes glinted with malevolent delight. "Chaos and confusion are our allies," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "While they waste their efforts fighting each other, we can proceed with our true plans unnoticed."

Talon sheathed his blades, his expression hidden but his intent clear. "We will strike when the time is right. Until then, let them tear each other apart. It will make our victory all the sweeter."

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