The Batmobile stopped in front of an abandoned subway platform, its headlights striking the dusty tiled wall and carving out two gray shafts of light.
Bruce climbed out of the driver's seat and checked the equipment on his utility belt-
a grappling gun, smoke bombs, signal flares, and the gravity bracelets on his wrists.
His Batsuit had been completely upgraded, providing extra protection in the field as well as insulation against extreme heat and cold.
Dick jumped out of the passenger seat, fully armed as well.
They followed the rusted tracks downward, descending roughly three stories. The light grew dimmer, and the air smelled of rust and dust.
They stopped in front of a half-open iron gate. Beyond it, a tunnel branched off, old water pipes and cables covering the walls on either side.
A faint light shone from the far end, as though someone had set up lighting in advance.
The instant they stepped through the gate, the lights overhead snapped on.
White beams shone from every direction in the tunnel, illuminating the entire space.
The overhead PA system crackled with static. Then the Riddler's voice came through the speakers, adopting a host's tone as he introduced his meticulously planned event.
"Congratulations on solving the riddle, you two. Welcome to the Minotaur Maze-
this maze has nine entrances, but only one leads to the place you truly want to find. The other eight all lead to deadly traps."
His voice echoed faintly through the tunnel. Finally, he asked in a mysterious tone, "Do you have the courage to take the challenge?"
"Cut the crap," Bruce said to the speaker.
The Riddler's voice rang out again, sounding pleased with his response:
"Admirable courage indeed. Now, let the ten-minute countdown begin."
A screen overhead lit up, its bright red numbers ticking