Alfred Hitchcock and Bruce Wayne are stuck in Deep-Sea Exploration Pod Failure and forced to have a deep conversation.

Alfred Hitchcock: (Calmly, almost amused) You know, Mr. Wayne, this claustrophobic environment is rather reminiscent of a certain scene in *Lifeboat*. Only, instead of Nazis, we have... water.

Bruce Wayne: (Gravelly voice, ever observant) The pressure gauge is fluctuating. Time is a luxury we can't afford. Unlike my company's stock, this situation is undeniably sinking.

Alfred Hitchcock: Ah, yes, the ticking clock. A classic narrative device. But what is truly terrifying is the *anticipation* of what lurks in the black abyss beyond.

Bruce Wayne: (Eyes narrowed, focused) There are no monsters in the abyss, only challenges to overcome. Fear is a tool, not a master.

Alfred Hitchcock: Such a stoic philosophy. But doesn't even the Bat feel a prickle of dread at the unknown? A sense of impending doom?

Bruce Wayne: I control the narrative, Mr. Hitchcock. I dictate the terms of my fear. This pod...it will not be my final act.

Alfred Hitchcock: A bold statement, considering we are hundreds of feet below the surface with a rapidly depleting oxygen supply. A most *unreliable* narrator, wouldn't you say?

Bruce Wayne: Resources can be stretched. Limits are meant to be broken. Gotham has taught me the art of the impossible.

Alfred Hitchcock: (A wry smile playing on his lips) And I, Mr. Wayne, have taught the world the art of suspense. Let's see which art proves more... resilient.

Bruce Wayne: (Reaching for a panel) Resilient enough to get us both out of this watery grave. Now, less talk, more focus.