The DC Universe, Havoc Approaches?

Wayne Manor stood quietly in the night rain, its ancient complex shrouded in a hazy mist, giving off an isolated loneliness and mystery. To ordinary people, this was what remained after the decline of Gotham's legendary family. But to a select few, its secrets were as deep as the night itself.

"Big ol' me, in a tiny little manor, dragging and dragging away." Ian dragged the unconscious Batman along as if he were coming home, expertly bypassing the seemingly inconspicuous gardens in front of the manor's main entrance—gardens that were in fact packed with sensors and defensive measures—and headed straight to the foot of a steep cliff behind the estate.

He looked up toward the waterfall, and a faint golden light flashed in his mismatched eyes.

"Password—authorization—biometric identification—" Ian muttered softly, as though reading invisible streams of data in the air, or perhaps reading reality directly.

"Tsk. Bruce, you old brat, your security system was already this advanced decades ago? But the core protocol hasn't changed—

"For me, this is basically a walk in the park—"

Ian took out a small notebook and demonstrated what it meant to crush an era with superior computing power. Very quickly, he forcibly decrypted all of Batman's defensive protocols.

There was no helping it. Compared with the present, the future's chips and computing power had advanced that quickly. Even the computers Batman used were actually inferior to Ian-brand tablet computers from later generations.

As the password was cracked, ripples silently spread across the rock surface like waves on water. Then it slid open to both sides, revealing a narrow entrance hidden in the dark, just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Inside the entrance was a metal staircase leading downward, lit by dim blue guide lights.

"Let's go, Bruce." Ian dragged Batman