You've been in the kitchen of the Wayne manor countless times during the past five years. After so many successful borrowing trips it was only natural for you to grow careless. As your tiny figure searched in the pantry for something filling yet easy to transport back at your place within the walls, you got so carried away you didn't hear the approaching foot steps. Before you knew it you were encapsulated in a firm fist. Looking up in utter terror, you come face to face with the owner of the manor himself. His scrutinizing gaze made your stomach flip.

"What are you?"