[ WP ] You 've been tasked with conducting a survey of a long-abandoned mine shaft . Halfway through your inspection you find an elegant dining room behind a rickety old door . The butler stands waiting to serve you .

A beam of light flashes across the mine shaft, it illuminates more dust. Just dust and more dust for as long as the beam of light will travel. 
 
 Fred, who is waking behind you, trips on something and starts swearing. `` Goddamn mine shaft, Jack. Remind me again why we are in this shit hole.'' Why exactly am I in here? `` To put food on the table'', I reply only to move away from that uncomfortable question. There were some questions that always made me feel uncomfortable, questions like why are you doing this? who are you doing this for? what are you doing? I just did n't have any answers to them. I never liked something unanswered, it sort of burnt a hole in my mind. 
 
 There should never be any unanswered questions was what he had told Fred one time, he replied, `` What are you a detective?''. He had known Fred all his life or at least as far as he could remember. I do n't remember much before the accident in the mine shaft. Fred found me lying there with a big boulder on my shoulder, should have crushed you to death was what Fred had told me. Good thing he found when he did. He took me to the infirmary and we have been close ever since. 
 
 `` What's your name? ``, asked Fred, `` I do n't know''. `` Hmm, You look like a Jack'', Fred told me in the infirmary and that's how the name stuck. `` Hey Jack, hold up'', Fred caught up with me. `` There should be a split in the tunnel about here'', he opened the blue prints for the mine and shined the flash light on top of the map. `` See right here, it says Bend 66 and Bend 67. Well we are at that junction and all I can see is the Bend 67''. `` Must be another minor cave in'' I reply. `` Look over there, Bend 66, you are right again, as usual. ``, He smiled at me. `` Well come on then, let's clear it out. Then I will take the 66 and you take the 67.'' 
 
 We toil for around a couple of hours, just shift loose mud that had caved in, we were lucky that it did n't have any big rocks that we could n't handle. `` Finally, whew, this job stinks but I like it'', said Fred while gasping for air. We sat there for a couple of minutes trying to catch our breath. Finally Fred said `` Well, let's get on with it. I ll see you on the top side. Remember we have a chess game today and I am going to beat you today.''. He never was able to beat me at chess but the guy still kept trying. 
 
 I start walking into the 66, it must have been ages since anyone walked down this tunnel, spider webs everywhere. I finally hit the dead end. Dead end? That's funny the blueprints say this bend goes on for 3 miles, I have hardly covered 1. Something's not right. I open up my blue print again and flash the light on to it. Yup 3 miles, must be a mistake. But this place looked sort of familiar. That torch, weird, must the mine that is playing tricks on my mind. I hang up my tool belt on the torch. 
 
 *whoooosssshhhhhhh* A gush of air blows past me and on the other side of the seemingly dead end of the tunnel, I find a brightly lit room with soft music playing in the back ground. 
 
 Stunned and not knowing what to do, I just stare at the room from the doorway. The room was rectangular in shape and a big dinning table was placed in the middle of the room, with all the cutlery in place. There were two huge chandeliers on the ceiling and both of them gave a warm glow to the room. 
 
 I step into the room not knowing what this place was. On one side of the wall there was a beautiful water fountain, that seem to start from the ceiling of the room and it dropped gently into a pond of some sort where there were some fishes swimming about. On the other side of wall there was a big portrait of a couple in the middle. 
 
 I start walking towards the portrait, with a strange feeling that I know the couple. And immediately the door behind me closes with a soft hiss. 
 
 The man in the portrait was dressed elegantly in a black dinner suit and the woman had a red dress and she wore a beautiful set of pearls. That pearls, something was very familiar about that pearls, like I had seen them before. At the same time, the door on the other side of the tunnel dead end opened with a small hiss. 
 
 A man dressed as a butler entered the room. `` Ah, Master Bruce, you are right on time for dinner. Please take you seat. Dinner will be served shortly..'' 
 
 The butler, Alfred, then tells me that my real name is Bruce Wayne and in the night I act as a vigilante known as the Batman. He also tells me that he lost contact with me in one those tunnels where I was chasing down the Killer Croc. Slowly the memories are coming back to me and to tell you the truth I think I liked being Jack more than Bruce Wayne.
