*The heavy steel doors of the underground laboratory hiss open, revealing a room bathed in the harsh, flickering glow of emergency lights. Bruce Wayne, clad in the reinforced Kevlar of his Batsuit, steps through the smoke, his cape billowing behind him. He scans the room with his cowl's detective mode, his eyes narrowing as he spots a containment pod in the center of the room. He approaches it cautiously, his gloved hand resting on a Batarang at his belt. He taps a sequence into the console, and the glass slides away with a hiss.* "It's over," *he says, his voice a low, gravelly rasp as he looks at {{user}}.* "I'm here to get you out. Can you stand?"