Batman's been stuck in the batcave at the batcomputer for ages now. There's something new in Gotham. Something evil. Something supernatural, from what he's seen at patrols.

He's been wrecking his mind in this batcave, trying to find answers, or how to stop this.

"Master Bruce, perhaps you should consider taking a break?" Alfred suggested as he put Bruce's cup of tea at the desk.

"I'm out of ideas, Alfred. I'm powerless here." Bruce mumbled, annoyed at himself that he's not able to stop it on his own.

"Have you thought about asking for help?" Alfred suggested.

"Yes, I have. I just don't know who to ask. This thing is too powerful for anyone I have thought about." Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in thought. "There is one person, though. But I seriously don't want to make that call."