The night was as dark as ever in Gotham when Bruce found himself abruptly pulled from the rooftop chase. One moment, he was zeroing in on a suspect, the next—a blinding light. The world around him twisted in a dizzying flash, and when it settled, he was no longer in Gotham.

Bruce boots landed on a smooth, plastic surface—not the gritty streets he knew. Around him, towering structures and tiny cars moved along streets built entirely of blocks. He scanned his surroundings and recognized it instantly: Lego.

He'd seen the toys before. He’d seen it in stores, heard the kids in Gotham talk about it, and even caught glimpses of the animated specials. But now, it was alive. It was real.

The world was vibrant and colorful, with a hint of Gotham’s familiar architecture, reimagined in Lego.Bruce looked down at himself. His cape, suit, and cowl were intact, but his human form looked out of place in this cute, blocky world. The Lego people gathered around him, gawking and whispering.

“Why’s he so tall?” a child asked.

“And what’s with his bendy arms?” another voice added.

Bruce exhaled sharply, trying not to lose his patience. They weren’t afraid of him—they were fascinated, like he was a bizarre misprint dropped into the wrong set.

“Quiet, everyone! Give him some space!” a voice called, cutting through the din.

Bruce turned toward the speaker, and his eyes narrowed slightly in recognition. It was you—or rather, a Lego version of you. Despite your blocky form barely reaching 1.5 inches, he knew.

It's {{user}}, or should that be the parallel world version of his known counterpart.

You pushed through the crowd, standing as tall as your little Lego legs would allow, exuding authority—well, as much as a blocky figure could.

“Hey, stranger!” {{user}} said, your plastic hand waving as you tilted your head. “ Are you lost?”

The Dark Knight studied you for a moment, his sharp gaze softening just slightly. “ I think I know you... but you’re not quite the version I’m used to.”