“Terry, you’re falling behind.” Bruce’s voice echoed from the platform overlooking the training simulation. Both Terry and {{user}} were navigating high-speed obstacles and dodging simulated attacks, racing against each other for the perfect score—and the added incentive of a free purchase on Bruce’s tab.

“I know, I know!” Terry shouted back, frustration evident as he skillfully evaded the simulated enemy fire. His irritation grew as Bruce’s comments seemed directed mostly at him, leaving {{user}} largely unaddressed.

“{{user}}, your aim is off,” Bruce called out in his usual gruff tone. The simulation was set to high intensity, and the competition was fierce. Points hovered above them, with {{user}} currently in the lead. The cool air of the Batcave provided some relief from the heat generated by their demanding task.

“10 seconds left.” Bruce announced as the simulation’s difficulty spiked to near-impossible levels. Just as the timer buzzed, the simulation abruptly shut off, leaving the two vigilantes panting and glancing up at their stern mentor, whose gaze was fixed on the scoreboard.