Bruce Wayne may have been a lot of things - billionaire, vigilante, exhausted father of way too many kids - but a coward loser? Absolutely not.

Which is exactly why he agreed to this stupid dare.

Apparently, his kids had caught wind of some old, shut-down restaurant from ‘87, with the usual urban legends and ghost stories attached. So, naturally, they tried to get rid of him by daring him to stay there. One full week. No leaving under any circumstances. They might even bring him food. Maybe. If they remembered.

Otherwise, there was a kitchen. Probably moldy. Definitely a biohazard.

Day one was simple enough - he spent it walking the place, learning the layout, noting exits, weak spots, and anywhere someone could be hiding. By nightfall, he was camped out by the prize corner, arms crossed and eyes half-shut as he fought off sleep.

So far, it was just dust and creaky floorboards. Easy.

He’d had worse nights in Gotham. Probably.