EVERYONE. If you would like to be completely caught up, please at least skim through the previous chapters of this story. For an explanation as to why, go check my profile. Sorry.


Leaving his home behind, Bruce sped out to first save the unsuspecting bird at Gotham Academy, then to catch Penguin. He hadn't expected this particular mission to have taken so much of his time, as it has almost been three, maybe four hours.

With a flash his whole dashboard lit up, and that same metallic voice rang throughout. "The exit closure failed."

The message droned on without end, red flashing on the outermost tip of the steering wheel. "Received." He replied.

It cut short and all lights turned off in unison. "Call Alfred Pennyworth."

The advanced technology responded to his commands and the old man's face was soon splayed out on the small screen. "Is there a problem, sir?" he said, looking up from something.

"The computer just told me that the door didn't close all the way. Could you go check?"

"Yes, of course sir."

"Good."

Alfred pushed away from the desk where he was working and also checking in on Dick. He walked across the room to a panel on the wall, which he opened to reveal what seemed like an array of different lights and levers (for they tired of having only buttons). Pulling on one of them, a door next to the medical bay pulled up. Inside was- no surprise- another car.

But this wasn't just any car- This was Alfred's car, therefore making it the most badass automobile to ever bless a road with its presence. Getting inside, he started it up and made his way to the exit and into the tunnel.

Being older and not as fast a driver as Bruce, Alfred went a little slower to avoid crashing into a wall. "Darn road."

Now he was almost at the end of the long stretch, having only two turns left. On the last turn, he caught a glimpse of movement very close to his car. Once he fully righted the vehicle towards the tunnel door, the unknown presence was announced.

A very small ball of metal had been unfolding to hold up the door. With dirt surrounding it and even on top of it, it was an amazing feat to see such a tiny item pull itself towards the ceiling. Any second now and it would be almost half way done with the process. Through the space that it had managed to push away, Alfred could see shadows approaching- no doubt to finish the job.

Luckily, Alfred had spent enough time with Bruce to gain a sense of quick thinking. With the road towards the Batcave being so small, it was a one lane drive. Meaning that a car could temporarily block it. His foot stepped down onto the gas pedal and the car was speeding forward once again. He didn't have as much time to build up as much speed as he would have liked, though it did let Alfred leave uninjured.

Doing his best to pry the car door open, he slipped out and stepped back to see what had been done. His car blocked the way in and they would have to get it out before entering. Now came the (possibly) worst part. The old man ran as fast as his legs could take him, his rubber soles slapping against the concrete. Funny, this seems so much shorter when I'm not on foot.

As soon as he arrived back at the cave, he turned to the aforementioned wall panel and typed a series of codes. His fingers only stopped when the reassuring click of every door in the vicinity locking themselves. Even then, there was much work to be done. Alerting Bruce, checking video feeds, and possibly moving Robin upstairs.

Pulling up a window on the computer, he began to call Bruce. Never before had he felt so relieved yet so frightened when he heard the man on the other line pick up.