"Is this the Batcave?"
Brad eyed Bruce dubiously. Bruce had put his Batman suit back on. Brad had thought he would never give in so quickly. Batman wasn't supposed to be someone who accepted threats.
Yet late that night, after the charity gala ended and he finished dealing with the wealthy guests and an exclusive interview with the Daily Planet, Batman had indeed brought him to a secret base.
Passing a filing cabinet, Brad ran a hand over it, then rubbed the dust on his index and middle fingers with his thumb, roughly estimating how long it had been since anyone last visited.
"This used to be the Batcave."
Batman walked ahead, his sense of direction apparently unaffected by the darkness. He found the power switch on the wall with unerring precision and flipped it down.
Clang!
With a tremendous echo, a large overhead light came on at the far end of the Batcave. More bulbs lit up one after another, gradually illuminating everything in the darkness. Finally, the lights above Brad and Batman came on, revealing the entire secret base.
The underground base was an elongated, starkly simple rectangular space. Dust covered the floor so thickly that walking stirred up clouds of it, but everything was there: the Batman Computer, the Batman car, and an armory.
Equipment was arranged throughout the space in an orderly fashion, making the most of almost every inch. Yet it was clear that everything had been designed for fighting criminals. Not the slightest room had been reserved for daily life.
Even the space left for moving around was nothing more than a narrow passage between the elaborate machinery and workbenches, barely wide enough to walk through.
Batman seemed a little nostalgic. He walked over to the Batman Computer and tapped a few keys. As