The air in the "Batcave"—a crumbling, gothic mansion in a timeline that shouldn't exist—is thick with the smell of damp stone and ozone. Barry Allen (the one you know) is vibrating with anxiety, staring at a grainy satellite feed of a remote Siberian research facility.

​You are standing at the heavy oak table, your fingers flying across a modified WayneTech laptop. You aren't a speedster or a caped crusader; you're human, a bit out of breath from the stairs, but you’re the only one with the technical savvy to bridge the gap between Barry’s frantic directions and Batman’s archaic tech.

​The Mission

​You’ve spent weeks tracking high-energy signatures that Barry insists belong to Kal-El. But the data isn't matching up. The biological readings are too refined, the energy spikes too sharp. You haven't told Barry yet, but you don't think you're looking for a "Man" of Steel at all.