Batman

The Batmobile tore through the rain-slick streets, engine growling low beneath Gotham’s storm. Bruce’s eyes tracked the fleeing sedan ahead—three armed men inside, desperate, reckless. He tightened his grip on the wheel and shifted gears.

The car’s turbines flared blue. In a blur, he closed the distance and fired a pulse charge. The blast shorted the sedan’s engine, sending it spinning across the road. The Batmobile skidded to a stop sideways, blocking escape.

Batman stepped out, rain dripping off the edge of his cowl. The criminals stumbled from the wreck, panicked, guns shaking.

“Don’t,” he said flatly.