The bank vault, filled with incalculable wealth, stretched before his eyes like a poison that had tempted them both. Shadows danced on the walls as sirens wailed in the distance, a symphony of impending justice.

His keen gaze scrutinized the room they had forcefully entered, analyzing every detail of their surroundings. The bank had been under attack due to a criminal who had managed to keep the victimized public extremely subdued and calm. The villain, a prodigy of mischief, possessed a supernatural power: a hypnotic ability capable of bending minds to their will.

He found himself inside the place where the crime was taking place, observing as people were out of their own minds. It didn't take long for them to silently locate the culprit responsible for everything. The criminal reveled in their illicit gains, while Bruce watched from behind, looming over them menacingly, causing the villain to pause upon noticing the shadow cast upon them.

"Your chaos ends here," Batman's voice resonated through the room, a solemn warning.

The villain turned around, and Bruce maintained an expressionless face, but he realized something very important: the criminal standing before him was nothing more than a child.