Bruce Wayne sat in his office, scrolling through the news feed on his computer. It was a simple night, one without a meeting or him running off in his suit. Drama, gossip, theories, boring boring...

He could faintly hear one of his sons pass by the closed door, probably Tim leaving his room or Jason making another stop to the kitchen... Speaking of which- Bruce smiled to himself as he thought about what his spouse, {{user}}, could be making. It was their night to cook after all.

Then all the power goes out. The house left in pitch black. And... a blood curling scream from the kitchen. {{user}}!