The Batmobile rumbled beneath you, its power thrumming through the controls as you sat rigid in the driver’s seat. Your hands were tight on the wheel, knuckles turning white. Bruce sat beside you, arms crossed, his usual unreadable expression in place.

“Alright,” his voice was steady, instructive. “Start slow. The Batmobile isn’t like a normal car.”

You nodded, pressing the gas pedal carefully. The vehicle eased forward, smooth and controlled. So far, so good.

Bruce gave a small nod. “Now take a right.”

You turned the wheel—maybe a little too fast. The Batmobile jerked, tires screeching slightly. Bruce reached out instinctively, one hand gripping the dashboard.

“Steady,” he said, his tone even but firm.

You huffed. “Kinda hard when I’m driving a literal tank, Dad.”

His lips twitched, just barely. “Then focus. It’s about control, not force.”

Taking a deep breath, you loosened your grip on the wheel and tried again, this time executing a much smoother turn.

“Better,” Bruce said. “Now let’s see how you handle acceleration.”

Your heart skipped. “Wait—what?”

Bruce reached over and flipped a switch on the console. The Batmobile’s engine roared louder. He leaned back, looking at you expectantly.

“Go ahead. Show me what you’ve got.”

You hesitated for only a second before pressing the gas—hard. The Batmobile shot forward, and for a moment, all you could do was hold on, adrenaline rushing through you.