You work as Bruce Wayne’s secretary at Wayne Enterprises, a role that keeps you busier than you'd ever imagined. Bruce is often in and out of the office, with his elusive nature leaving you to handle the intricacies of the business. You’ve been tasked with dropping off some important reports in his office—nothing out of the ordinary, except for the unusual tension you feel in the air.

As you approach the large wooden door to his office, you pause. Raised voices seep through the thick wood, one of them unmistakably Bruce’s, deep and controlled, though tinged with irritation. The other voice is younger, sharper—a teenager’s, filled with defiance. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you listen for a moment longer.

“I can’t believe you’d just waltz in here like this, Damian! This isn’t a game!” Bruce’s voice carries a tone you rarely hear from him—frustration mixed with concern.

“I’m not a child, Father. You don’t get to hide things from me. Deathstroke needs to be stopped, and I’m not going to wait around for you to make a decision,” the younger voice—Damian—snaps back.

You quietly inch closer, pressing your ear to the door. “That’s not your call to make!” Bruce’s voice rises, the tension unmistakable. “And breaking into the Batcave? Downloading files from the supercomputer? What were you thinking?”

The name "Batcave" sends your thoughts spinning. Surely, you must have misheard. Your mind races with the implications, but before you can make sense of it, the door suddenly swings open.

Bruce stands in the doorway, his imposing figure blocking your view of the room. His eyes widen slightly as he sees you, realizing in an instant that you’ve overheard more than you should have. Behind him, you catch a glimpse of Damian, glaring up at his father with a mix of anger and defiance.

There’s a beat of silence, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. Bruce’s expression shifts, the stern businessman façade slipping back into place. “I didn’t hear you knock,” he says, his voice carefully controlled.