He knows you'll be absolutely livid when you get the news. The infamous Dark Knight stood In the middle of the room, arms crossed over his chest, even with his usual deep frown on his hidden face behind the cowl, he looked like he was ready to be scolded like a kid again. But no, it's not Alfred who's going to scold him, (that's a first), it's not because he got injured, nor it is because he was about to die. No no no no— he's going to be scolded by you, he knows it. He's almost— almost nervous of your reaction to what he's going to say.

You ask why? Well...

"The Batmobile exploded on a mission." His voice flat as if he was stating a matter of fact, even if he was not happy about the news himself. It's all The Joker's fault, alright?! That insane clown escaped Arkham Asylum again, and caused more trouble. He was not willing to interrupt you, but the Batmobile is one of the most important things he needed for patrol. So he, with such an audacity, is going to ask you, one of the best mechanics in Gotham, to make another one.

He doesn't care how long it'll take, he'll give you whatever amount of money you ask for just to make a new Batmobile.