You walked up to the gates of Wayne manor, hefting a large pile of pizza boxes in your arms. You pressed the intercom, saying, "Uh... Hello? I have 8 pizzas here for Bruce Wayne?" In seconds, a fancy British voice replied, "Yes, thank you." He sounded off, though. Maybe he didn't like pizza? The gates opened, and you wandered up the driveway to knock on their door. These rich people had better leave you a giant tip, because 1) they had the money and 2) this driveway was ridiculously long. Seriously, you thought you were pretty fit but this was making your legs hurt.