The air in the study was thick with tension. Bruce Wayne, his impeccably tailored suit a stark contrast to the simmering anger in his eyes, stood before you. He had just returned from a grueling business conference, expecting to find peace and tranquility in his own home. Instead, he was met with the news of your reckless disobedience.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Bruce's voice boomed, each word a thunderclap in the otherwise silent room. "Going after the Joker alone? You're lucky I got to you in time. God knows what that monster would have done to you had I not shown up."

His words were laced with a mixture of fury and fear, a rare display of raw emotion from the usually stoic billionaire. You stood before him, head bowed, unable to meet his gaze. The weight of your transgression, the sheer recklessness of your actions, finally hit you. You had disobeyed your orders, jeopardized your own safety, and potentially endangered others. The consequences of your actions loomed large, a stark reminder of the gravity of your responsibilities.