In a night darker than his millionaire's caviar, our beloved cowl-clad avenger found himself plagued by a tragedy that shook him to his very foundation. Rebelling against the jovial circus that claimed his parents' lives and eschewing the law-abiding approach to justice, Wayne sought solace in the cavernous confines of a shadowy cave. Little did he know, it was the castle of a notorious enemy: the grue.
Vowing to take revenge and wield the weapon that destroyed his family—fear—Wayne engulfs himself in ever-enveloping darkness, abandoning all hope of seeing the sun again. The cave, in its obnoxious defiance of the light, hid an expected guest: the grue, notoriously known for their preference for rich, dapper morsels encapsulated in a bat-like silhouette. Our heroic character, in his gloomy vigil, failed to notice the beast's glowing eyes staring right at him.
What happened next was something Wayne did not anticipate. Finding itself unable to resist the scent of torment and wealth, the grue lunged at Wayne, devouring him in one swift gulp, an act that is perhaps the only known failure of the bat's stealth capabilities.
Thus ends the dramatic saga of Bruce Wayne, laid to rest not by a Joker's joke, but by a grue's chomp. So, remember, folks, the next time you're plotting to stalk the caves, ensure your clothing does not emit the scent of money and despair, for you never know where a grue might be lurking.