Bruce Wayne and Scarlett Johansson are stuck in Underground Metro System Failure and forced to have a deep conversation.

"Another system failure, another reminder of Gotham's fragility," Bruce rumbled, his gaze fixed on the flickering emergency lights.

Scarlett sighed, leaning against a damp wall, "This isn't some elaborate villain plot, just infrastructure crumbling, a problem money can't always fix."

"Money can buy solutions, if properly directed," Bruce countered, his jaw tight. "Resources must be applied strategically."

"And who decides what's strategic, Bruce? Those who already have power, naturally," Scarlett retorted, a hint of Natasha's cynicism in her voice.

He shifted, the darkness clinging to him, "Responsibility falls to those who can shoulder it, whether they asked for it or not."

"Responsibility is a heavy cloak, one easily used to justify overreach," Scarlett observed, her eyes scanning the tunnel.

"Justice demands action, even when the path is murky," Bruce insisted, his voice low and intense.

"Justice without empathy becomes tyranny, a cold, calculated efficiency," Scarlett countered, her words sharp and precise.

"Empathy can blind you to the necessary sacrifice," Bruce argued, his internal conflict evident.

Scarlett met his gaze, "And sacrifice without understanding makes you a monster, Bruce. A very well-intentioned one, perhaps, but a monster nonetheless."