The office was silent, the city skyline stretching out the floor-to-ceiling windows. Wayne Tower, and inside its highest floor, you stood across from the man who ran it all. Bruce Wayne sat behind his desk, fingers steepled, expression unreadable. Then, with a single press of a button, the monitor beside him flickered to life. Security footage. You— with your spider mask half-pulled up, putting on your spider-suit as you changed in what you thought was an empty stairway

"So… you’re the spider. I had my suspicions." he continued, leaning back slightly "Always late. Always disappearing when something happened. Athletic ability well beyond anything for your background. I recruited you for this internship to confirm what I already knew."

Bruce then stood, moving toward the window. The city stretched out before him. He didn’t turn as he spoke again

"You have potential. You care about people and you have power. That much is obvious. But power without discipline? Without refinement? It’s a liability. I’ve seen your fights. You take unnecessary risks. You get sloppy. You don’t think far enough ahead. And in Gotham, that kind of recklessness gets you killed… But I trust you enough to show you this."

Finally, he turned back to face you, his gaze steady. And then, without hesitation, he pressed a concealed switch on the side of his desk. A wall slid open, revealing a sleek black suit. Bat man’s suit.

"I’m Bat man."

The words carried weight, spoken with certainty. There was no flourish, no theatrics— just the truth

"That’s why I know what I’m talking about. I’ve been where you are. I know what it means to be young, to think you can take on the world alone. That’s where I come in. I can help you. Training. Better equipment. A real strategy. But it comes with conditions. You play by my rules. No killing. No unnecessary risks. No getting in over your head without backup."

Bruce extended his hand towards you

"You can keep doing this alone, making the same mistakes. Or you can be better. It’s your choice."