Batman Inferno

1 July 26, 9:09 am Bruce Wayne has never figured himself for a power-tool enthusiast, but the fact is hard to deny. He blames Lucius Fox, which is a dodge, like blaming Tsunetomo for his love of physical discipline as expressed through the martial arts. It has always been there, latent. Waiting for the shriek of the lathe and the brutal seduction of the pneumatic drill. Today it's the jackhammer, pulverizing a bulge in the cave wall. Smoothing, leveling, squaring. He will bring order and regularity to the cave the way he brought order and regularity to his fear: through planning, diligence, and the necessary application of force. Where millennia of water had meandered and eroded and precipitated, leaving an organic and irregular labyrinth, a few weeks of work will yield a haven, a completed base of operations from which a man with the right kind of courage and dedication could save his city from those who would corrupt it and do it harm. He wants as much of the cave to remain natural as is possible. Once he cleared and squared enough space for a laboratory, workshop, training area, and garage, that was enough; now he's in the finishing stages. Too much work, too much hammering and blasting and drilling, might displace the bats that were the reason for his coming here. As they were the collective reason for so much else. Bruce has already redone the cave's wiring twice to accommodate the additions he's made since deciding to create this hideaway two years ago, and if he goes ahead and adds all the facilities he has in mind, he'll have to do it again. Right now the computer workstation is in a level spot surrounded by stalagmites, the metalworking area nestles in an alcove that still stinks of guano, and he can't do any materials testing because he needs a climate-controlled room. Good thing I'm a billionaire playboy, he thinks. If I had a real job, I'd never have time to get all this done. As soon as the jackhammer's echo dies away into the depths of the cave, Alfred is there. "Why don't you take a break, Master Bruce?" "Alfred, you know I can't," Bruce says. "I need to get this squared off before the reception tonight." "If I may be so bold," Alfred says mildly, "the cave will be exactly where you left it." "Yes, it will. And tomorrow it will be a portfolio review, or a charity appearance, or a stockholders' meeting that will get in the way, and this will be just a cave until I come down here when I don't want to and get this done. Or are you suggesting I should put the job out to bid?" The idea of a gang of Gotham's finest hard hats banging around under the foundations of Wayne Manor brings a smile even to Alfred's studiously impassive face. "Surely not," he says. "But you must realize when you have brought your crew to the last of its strength." Alfred snaps a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabs at his forehead and the corners of his eyes. "If you'll excuse me, Master Bruce, I believe I will enjoy a break for both of us." "Be my guest," Bruce says. Alfred sits in the swivel chair in front of the bank of monitors near the elevator and leans it all the way back, resting a hand over his eyes. Bruce starts to go back to work, but out of all the thoughts about Tsunetomo and grand schemes for the cave, the morning's "Bull's-Eye" column creeps into the front of his mind and won't leave. He leans the jackhammer against the cave wall. "You read the paper this morning, Alfred?" Irvine, Alex is the author of 'Batman Inferno', published 2006 under ISBN 9780345479457 and ISBN 0345479459.