“Alfred? I need you back in Gotham.” Batman states over the Batwave.
There is a knock at the wooden door—it is the only civil way into the Batcave, as Alfred prefers to explain. “Mister Wayne, are you inside?” Batman hears a stranger voice. There is a second knock. How did he find the Batcave? Nobody but I, Alfred and Richard are aware of the subtle entrances. Whoever they be, they must be acquainted with Bruce Wayne. Batman’s left hand hovers over a Batarang in his belt. “Is anybody inside?” Batman drops his hand past the weapon. The intruder will attempt to break the door. Batman smirks. He walks toward a steel cabinet adjacent to the Batwave station. He opens it. Hm, let’s see. It is filled with lethal and non-lethal weaponries—top to bottom, left to right. His hand reaches for the katana. He hesitates to unpin it. His hand floats over to the left over a pocket knife with an alluring green tip, and further to the left over a set of ropes. This will do. He picks up an ordinary looking rope and walks back toward the door. He stops around ten feet away from it.
“Okay, I’m coming in!” There is a thud. Another one. It gets louder by the second. The loudest yet thud is followed by broken wood pieces falling centimeters away from Batman’s feet. The door bangs open revealing a man well balanced on his left leg—still in the follow-through of his attempt to break in. He lands his right foot just beyond the door frame. Batman studies him. Male. Forties. Above-average physic. Mustache. Brown mustache. Panting but quickly recovering. Bowler hat. Batman sighs. “The sidekick.”
“Pardon me?” Dr Watson takes two steps toward Batman. The ground beneath him shakes. Dr Watson looks down—there is a slit in the ground between his feet. “What in the dev—” The slit explodes into a rectangle, the rectangle into a massive square of void that sucks the doctor in. Free-falling. Splash. Dr Watson is pushed a few feet under the surface of water. He swims to the surface and looks upward—panting heavily. He finds it difficult to stay afloat by the second. He sniffs. “This can’t be water,” he mutters. He notices a silhouette.
Batman gets hold of one end of the rope and releases it unto the well. Dr Watson warily holds the other end, still panting. The rope begins to glow. “What do you know about Moriarty?” Batman's deep voice resonates inside the well.