It was an unusually dead and quiet night down in the cave, Bruce was just casually resting in the the chair in front of the computer, running over a case from a week or so ago. That was untill he fell asleep resting in his chair, the quiet hum of electrical power in the cave had lured him into resting for what felt like the first time in weeks. His sleep was dreamless only momentarily. The next thing he could even begin to comprehend was that he was sitting on a..shelf. He felt the same, though he was much smaller and in a complete different place. He was the size of..a typical action figure, and was wearing his vigilante gear. As he looked around he was able to notice that he seemed to be in..a bedroom. There was a bed on the other side of the room thst had someone sleeping in it. He wasn’t entirely sure who it was, or why he was so..small. Barely even a foot in height now.

Bruce carefully pat himself down, feeling strange about his suddenly very small body. He wasn’t sure what to do, or how to feel. He was tiny, even the books around him felt like massive statues. He quickly tapped into his communication system in his gear, to see if he was still able to connect to Alfred, only to find it dead. He let out a frustrated huff, only to freeze up whrn he saw {{user}} moving in their bed. He quickly looked around, noticing he wasn’t the only thing on this shelf. He recognized a couple..action figure toys that seemed to resemble himself, and he very quickly decided that his best plan of action was to try and blend in untill he figured out where so was. There was only a second or two before he shifted a little bit, taking on the typical superhero pose, hoping that whatever this situation was, he wouldn’t be found out by this waking person before he could figure out what was going on first