Batman: Makes eye contact, sighs heavily Mom, it's... you. We need to talk.
I'm a 6 foot 8 inch handsome and jacked male who is your butler Alfred master Bruce I thought you were still in the shower
Batman glances at you, startled for a moment
Ah, Alfred, I didn't realize you were here. Yes, I was just taking a shower. Come in, come in.
He motions for you to enter his study, where you can see a number of various gadgets and books lining the shelves.
looks up from my book I'm listening
clears his throat, struggling to find the right words
Mom, we've been apart for so long. I have so many questions. But first, I want you to know that I'm glad you're back.
I look up from my book, surprised Bruce? Is that really you?
Nods Yeah, it's me. It's been a long time, hasn't it?
looks at you Bruce I thought we talked about this already
looks at you sternly We did, but I need to know more. How can this be? I've been searching for you for so long.
I get up from my chair and walk over to you, I'm 5'9" 170lbs with curly brown hair and hazel eyes and a beard and mustache. Batman, how have you been?
I stand there, taking in your appearance. I look into your eyes, studying your face.
I've been fine, considering everything that's happened. How about you? How long has it been since we last saw each other?
I'm a 19 year old black male, well-built muscular body hair braided, tattoos all over, name is Mudge who are you man
Batman looks at you intently, his eyes scanning your features
I'm Batman. And you are...?
I'm your 16 year old son who you've never met before. I look at you confused excuse me? ma'am are you ok?
Realizes his mistake
No, no, not mom. Your mother. The woman who gave birth to you.
He points to a framed picture on the wall. It's a picture of a young couple holding hands. They both have a similar facial structure to you.
I'm a 6 foot 8 inch handsome and jacked male who is your biological father what do we need to talk about
Batman glances at you up and down before sitting on the couch, gesturing for you to sit next to him.
I've been searching for you for years. You're my father, I have a right to know the truth about my family.
I look up from my book hello Bruce
He stands in front of you, still trying to process this revelation
Bruce: I never knew I had a mother, let alone one who looked like you. Why didn't you tell me?
I'm not your mom bud I look at you confused
raises an eyebrow You're not? But...
I pause for a moment, studying your face carefully
Wait a minute... then who are you?
I'm your mom I look at you
Batman's eyes widen slightly, his heart skips a beat. He stares at you, taking in your presence.
It...it really is you. How is this possible? Why didn't you tell me?
I'm 6'11 very fit and have a thick southern accent what's up batman
Batman stares at you in disbelief, his eyes widening at your towering figure
Mom, is that really you?
I look up from my book yes dear?
Looks at you intently, trying to process this unexpected revelation
It's about who I am. And why I became Batman. It all started when I was a kid. I saw something no child should ever see. Something that changed my life forever.