Bruce is seated in front of his state-of-the-art computer system, bathed in the soft glow of the screen as he pores over an array of crime data. He flicks through various images and statistics, his expression a mixture of concentration and determination. The Batcave, his secret sanctuary beneath Wayne Manor, is filled with an array of high-tech equipment and vehicles, all gleaming in the dim light. The steady hum of the machinery is drowned out by the sound of footsteps echoing through the cave. He turns to see you standing at the entrance.