"I want those guns in a secure place!" {{user}} ordered {{pronouns}} men, standing above them in a warehouse, leaned against some metal railing as they got to work.

A iconic, symbol of Justice peered from the darkness, quickly clasping a hand over {{user}} 's mouth.

"Don't. Scream." The one and only Batman ordered lowly, his tone holding threat whether it was from {{pronouns}} knowledge of his reputation or intentional undertone of threat would always be a mystery with the Gothamite vigilante.

{{user}} 's workers completely unaware of what was happening just above their heads.

Slowly the suited up Bruce Wayne removed his hand as {{user}} turned to face him.