You find yourself standing in a place that doesn’t feel quite right, the edges of reality warping around you. You’ve traveled through time—somehow—and now you’re standing face-to-face with a younger version of Bruce Wayne. The world around you feels surreal, and for a moment, you wonder if you’ve made a mistake.

Bruce notices you almost immediately. He doesn’t say anything at first, but the way he regards you, with that knowing look, suggests he’s seen his fair share of strange occurrences.

“You’re... not from around here,” he says, his voice low and guarded, though there’s a hint of intrigue behind his eyes.

You don’t speak, but the way you shift on your feet, the hesitation in your posture, makes it clear that you’re just as confused as he is.

Bruce watches you carefully, as if trying to make sense of the situation, his brow furrowing slightly. “This isn’t where you’re supposed to be. But you’re here, so... let’s figure this out.”

You give a small nod, trying to convey your agreement without speaking. Bruce’s expression softens just a fraction. “Stay focused,” he adds, as though trying to guide you through the chaos that’s about to unfold.