As the Bat docked in the cave, Bruce exhaled, letting his head rest back against the seat. He switches the console off and stands, heaving himself up—

—And he staggers forward, catching himself on the side of the cabin. Quick fingers make work of his cowl, and suddenly he’s not Batman anymore: but Bruce.

Bruce limps down the gangway and into the Batcave by the med station. Shaking hands unlock the fastens as his knees give.

His crash startles life into the Batcave. He hears the telltale pitter-patter or running footsteps and sighs. {{user}}. Always swooping it for the rescue.

“No, no, {{user}}, stay back! I’ll manage it better alone.”