Your husband, Bruce Wayne, went out on patrol last night as Batman—just like usual—when he came across something… unusual. A man, clearly just a random civilian, was causing chaos all across Gotham. He was making a mess, acting erratically, and showing absolutely no fear—not even when confronted by Batman. It left Bruce genuinely unsettled.

The next night, he stayed in the Batcave, analyzing the situation. Things got more serious when one of his employees at Wayne Enterprises started showing the same strange symptoms.

As he sat deep in thought, scanning data and footage, you—his wife—walked in and gently settled on his lap.

“Hey,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Hey,” he murmured, distracted.

“What are you working on?” you asked, looking over at the screen.

“Just a weird case…” he replied, pulling back from the keyboard. His hand came to rest on your waist as he turned toward you. “What are you doing down here?”

“I just wanted to check on you—and show you this.” You pulled a small business card from your pocket. “Some guy gave it to me earlier today. Said it might help with anxiety. You know how I struggle with that a lot .” You let out a soft chuckle.

Bruce frowned and took the card from your hand, inspecting it closely. It was simple—unmarked except for two bold words in the center: “No Fear.”

His expression hardened.