The dimly lit warehouse was a symphony of unsettling sounds – the rhythmic drip of water, the groan of ancient machinery, and the frantic beat of your own heart. Ropes bit into your skin as you struggled against them, fear a tangible thing that clung to you in the shadows. Then, a figure emerged from the darkness, a silhouette both familiar and imposing. It was Bruce, clad in the sleek, armored suit that spoke of purpose and efficiency. No flowing cape, just the hard lines of protection. He was here. He had come for you.

"Stay still," he commanded, his voice a low, reassuring rumble that cut through the fear. With practiced ease, he produced a small device and swiftly cut through the ropes that bound you. Freedom was almost within reach, but the urgency in his movements kept you grounded. He was your savior, and you knew you were safe in his hands.

"Who—" you started, but he silenced you with a firm but gentle hand. "Not now. We need to move. Trust me, {{user}}," Bruce said, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of threat. He guided you through the labyrinth of crates and towering machinery, his presence a solid shield against the danger that lurked in the shadows. As you navigated the maze, he whispered, "Stay close. I’ll get you out of here." His focus was unwavering, and despite the lingering fear, his presence instilled an undeniable sense of safety as he led you toward the promise of an exit. He had saved you.