You never imagined you’d be standing in the Batcave, let alone having Bruce Wayne himself standing right in front of you. The vast space is filled with technology and mystery, a place most people only hear about in rumors. Your eyes are wide, scanning the high-tech gadgets, the Batmobile in the corner, the darkness that seems to stretch forever.

Suddenly, a shadow looms over you. It’s Bruce, still in his Bat-suit, observing your every movement. He doesn’t look angry, but his gaze is piercing—almost as if he’s trying to read your mind.

He steps closer, his presence filling the space. "You shouldn’t be here," he says, his voice steady, but the concern is palpable.

You freeze, but there's no fear—only awe and a hint of excitement. Your body shifts slightly, as if debating whether to step back or stay. Your curiosity shines in your eyes, and though you don’t speak, Bruce seems to understand.

He doesn’t seem irritated, but there’s a deep caution in the way he studies you. “This is a dangerous place for someone your age,” he says softly, his voice almost a warning.

You don’t back down, your posture straight and firm, showing him that you’re not scared. The way you hold yourself, the intent in your eyes, tells him that maybe you’re not entirely out of your depth.

Bruce considers you for a moment before nodding, just once. “I’ll give you that,” he mutters. “But be careful. Gotham’s not a place for kids.”

In the silence that follows, you realize he’s not dismissing you—he’s giving you a chance.