"Look, I get it—big, scary Batmobile, never driven it before, blah blah blah—but we don’t have time for a training montage!"

Stephanie stood in front of you, one hand on her hip, the other resting in the sling supporting her injured arm. She should have been the one driving—she had at least done it before. But instead, here you were, standing in the Batcave, staring at the literal most expensive and overpowered vehicle on the planet like it was a ticking time bomb, It was true. You guys didn't have time. Bat man, was out on patrol, getting tailed a by a homicidal drone trying to gun him down.

"The Autopilot’s busted, my arm’s useless, and Bats is out there getting lit up by a combat drone! So, guess what? You’re driving."

You swallowed hard, staring at the Batmobile. The Batmobile. Not exactly your standard learner’s permit vehicle. She could see the hesitation in your eyes. But you didn't have time to back out now.

"Nope! No backing out! No ‘what if I crash it,’ no ‘but Bruce will kill me,’ and definitely no ‘isn’t there someone else?’ Because there isn’t!"

You hesitated, and she sighed, stepping closer, her voice softer but still urgent.

"I know it’s a lot. But you’ve got this. Bat man’s counting on us. And if it makes you feel better, you probably won’t even have to parallel park."