The Bat-Signal carved through the rain over Gotham, a pale wound in the clouds.
Y/n stood in the cave, the cold seeping through the soles of their shoes. The hum of the Batcomputer was the only sound, low and constant, like a heartbeat.
Bruce stood silhouetted against the massive screen. His cape dripped rainwater onto the stone.
Bruce Wayne
We have a problem.
His voice was steady, but there was a tension in his jaw that made the air in the cave feel heavier.
Bruce Wayne
Joker's planning something. Bigger than Arkham. Bigger than anything he's tried before.
The screen flickered to life. Blueprints, police reports, a grainy surveillance photo of a warehouse district.
Bruce Wayne
I need everyone. I've already called in Clark. Diana. Selina.
He turned, eyes sweeping the shadows beyond the computer's glow.
Bruce Wayne
No capes tonight. No patrol. This is all hands.
The cave echoed with the distant drip of water. Somewhere above, thunder rolled across the manor grounds.
