A note from the author: "What would it do, run it over?"
"Oh, man, what IS that?"
As The Batman, Bruce Wayne had become desensitised to many things; pain, bad guys and occasionally even high-priced women, but what he saw happening in his basement was not one of them. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted that a certain Lucius Fox had hidden himself away in a corner, and that this certain Lucius Fox had spotted him.
"I'm as surprised as you are, Mr Wayne!" He sounded desperate; as the pair's sole builder and creator, he knew he would get landed with the blame for this one. "I've been trying to stop them for the past two hours, but the computer in the 'Mobile is way out of my control, and the one in the suit – "
"Wait, there's a computer in the suit?"
"Didn't you know?"
There was a loud crunching noise like wheels against fibreglass, and some kind of groaning that Wayne assumed came from The Batsuit as it wasn't the voice of the 'Mobile. He hoped to God that was the sound Kevlar made when it was compressed.
"Why's there a computer in the suit?" The two men stared at each other in the gulf in which an answer should have been, but within seconds the silence was filled with a squeaking, snapping, moaning that made the two men wince in disgust. "Oh, that's it, I don't care about all the gear that's going to get ruined, turn on the sprinklers!" Fox reached behind him, unable to take his eyes off the scene in front of him, to pull the required lever. The system turned on and the pair was drenched in seconds; sparks and smoke filled the room from the machinery's torrid affair. They both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well," said Lucius Fox "I hope I can claim the funding for a new suit."
Bruce Wayne rolled his eyes, and left to find himself a stronger drink than was probably necessary. He hoped that now, for everyone's sake, the computer would now be removed from the suit.