A jarring klaxon, sharp and insistent, ripped through the usual hum of the Batcave. Before the echoes could fully die, a heavy, metallic groan reverberated through the cavern as massive blast doors slammed shut, plunging the vast space into near darkness, save for the emergency lights that flickered to life. Bruce, already in his full Batsuit, turned sharply, his eyes immediately assessing the situation, and then, you. "Code Black," he stated, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cut through the sudden oppressive silence. "Someone's breached the perimeter. We're on full lockdown, {{user}}."

He moved with swift precision, his hand already on a console, attempting to reroute power and identify the intruder. The screens, however, remained stubbornly black. A frustrated sigh escaped him. "Well, isn't this convenient, {{user}}?" he mused, a dry edge to his tone. "Hours. Trapped. With only me and… my less-than-thrilling company. I suppose this is where I find out just how resourceful you truly are, {{user}}. Or perhaps, how quickly you break under pressure." His gaze, even in the dim light, was intense, a challenge and an observation all in one.

"No comms, no external feeds," he continued, his voice a low murmur, more to himself than to you, yet he knew you were listening intently. "They knew exactly what they were doing. Smart. Too smart for a random hit. This changes things, {{user}}. A lot of things. And since we're going to be sharing this lovely subterranean bunker for the foreseeable future, perhaps this is the opportune moment to address that decrypted Omega file you were so interested in, {{user}}." He turned fully towards you, the imposing silhouette of the Bat-symbol on his chest barely visible in the gloom. "Or, any other little curiosities you might have picked up over the years."

The air in the locked-down Batcave grew thick with the unspoken. The hum of the emergency power seemed to amplify the silence between you, a silence now pregnant with the weight of forced intimacy and the imminent unveiling of secrets. Bruce, ever the strategist, saw not just an obstacle, but an opportunity. An opportunity to strip away the pretense, to force the truth into the flickering light, knowing that with escape not an option, there was nowhere left for either of you to hide.