“I know who it is,” Bruce said.

“Know who it is?” the queen asked sharply, turning to her son. “What do you mean, Bruce?”

“It’s her butler,” Bruce let out. “I and my friends had a strong hunch before—based on what my friend told us—but after seeing him again in the vision I just had, I’m certain. It’s him.” His voice carried unwavering certainty.

“Are you sure about this?” the queen asked.

“Yes,” Bruce said firmly. “He has all the details we need. Mother, ...