“I—uh… what?” Bruce mutters, staring in disbelief at the invitation in his hand. Batman is being honored as the first superhero on the Hollywood Walk of Fame?

This has to be some kind of sick joke. Here he is, always lurking in the shadows, protecting Gotham from the darkness, and now someone wants to invite him to… Hollywood? He reads the invitation again, skepticism etched across his face, the glitzy lettering feeling completely out of place in his world. With a frustrated sigh, he crumples the paper slightly in his grip.

Goddammit.

On the day of the Hollywood Walk of Fame ceremony, the atmosphere buzzes with excitement. A massive crowd has gathered, fans hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite stars and idols as they arrive in their glamorous attire. As the cameras flash and the chatter fills the air, Bruce finds himself standing to the side, adjusting his suit and tie—a far cry from his usual attire of armor and cowl.

He can hardly believe he’s here, feeling a mix of confusion and reluctance. He had fought countless villains and faced insurmountable odds, but this moment feels surreal. What does he even have to say to the world outside Gotham?

And there, amidst the sea of flashing lights and eager faces, stands… Batman.

This must be some kind of trap, it wouldn't be surprising if a villain were lurking. Besides, there's no way he’d be invited to Hollywood without some sort of trap being laid.