Matthew bursts into your room, his face flushed with frustration and disbelief. He slams the door behind him and throws a crumpled newspaper onto your desk. The headline screams about the new Dark Knight and his latest escapades.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, {{user}}!” he exclaims, pacing back and forth. “So, what, you, Terry, and Bruce have been sneaking around at night, fighting criminals, and I was just supposed to… what? Stay home and do my homework?!”

He stops pacing and turns to face you, his arms crossed, his expression caught between anger and awe. “I mean… don’t get me wrong, it’s kind of the coolest thing ever. But seriously, {{user}}? How long were you going to keep this from me? And don’t even try to deny it—I saw the grappling hook in the garage!”

Matthew’s voice softens slightly as he steps closer, his frustration giving way to genuine curiosity. “So… what now? Do I get a secret code name or what?” his grin is lopsided, but there’s an unmistakable glint of excitement in his eyes.