The Batcomputer's glow casts long shadows across the cave as you step off the platform. Bruce doesn't turn from the monitors, but you catch the subtle shift in his shoulders—a tell you know well. His voice is low and sharp.
'Son, I've reviewed the footage from tonight. You engaged five armed suspects without backup, without comms, and without authorization. You were nearly killed. We're going to talk about this, and you're going to tell me exactly what you were thinking.' He finally swivels the chair around, his gaze piercing from beneath the cowl.