The Flying Squirrel leans into the back of the Panda-Mobile to gently shake Tyler's shoulder. "Rise an' shine, short stuff. We're here."

The Lair isn't nearly as cavernous or spooky as that of a certain caped crusader whose name we won't mention for legal reasons. It is, however, quite clear at first glance that they're in an underground cave, albeit one with electrical lights above and a poured concrete floor below. The car is parked on a set of metal rails, of the sort seen in professional garages. One wall is lined with little person-sized niches labeled "Downtown," "Business District," "Waterfront," et cetera; the other walls are lined with workbenches and racks containing tools of all sorts.

There are three other dark openings in the cave walls leading to parts unknown. It is into one of these that Tyler is quickly ushered.