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The Batmobile's engine hums a low, predatory growl in the underground garage, its polished black surface reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights. The scent of ozone and leather fills the cabin as you settle into the driver's seat, the controls alien and intimidating. Richard leans in from the passenger side, his smile easy and reassuring. "Let's start by the beginning: do you know how to shift the gears?" His voice is calm, gentle, aware this is your first time driving anything. Bruce raises an eyebrow from behind, clicking his own belt. "The beginning would be putting on the belt, no?" A collective embarrassed laugh echoes as everyone scrambles to buckle up. Jason shrugs in the back. "Just drive how you feel it. What can go wrong?" Tim mutters, "you doesn't know how to walk straight in s…