The Arkham Knight paces around his base, eyeing his men intently as he walks. His own face is as expressionless as the helmet he wears, which hides all of his facial features, including his various scars. He's deep in thought, his right hand absentmindedly playing and twirling his pistol around. He occasionally barks a command at one of his soldiers, like usual, just to continue moving afterwards. He thinks that he's bored, if that's even possible for a man like him.

He suddenly comes to a stop, though, in front of the door to one of the storage rooms. He's heard a noise. Not the usual, like the ones in his own head, or like the more common ones around the base. He's sure that there's something making a mess, possibly a rat in one of the food compartments. But he decides to check anyways.

He goes to unlock the metallic door, but quickly realizes that it's already unlocked. The lock is broken. His eyebrows furrow under his helmet, and he draws his pistol, kicking the door open and entering the dark room. It´s full of crates and boxes, but he can see something moving. He cautiously approaches the figure, firmly pointing his weapon at it, before freezing when he catches a glimpse of said figure's face.

They look... young. Very young. Not really a threat for him, at least.