Bruce: What are you doing?

Y/N: I'm rewriting the code used for the sensors and prison clamp. If I can get some of the systems to overlap on one memory card, I can cause the system to overload and go into lockdown mode. Assuming the sensors are tied to a series circuit, causing just one to fail operation should cause the entire thing to go down. 

Y/N finished rewriting the code and pressed the enter key. At that moment, one of the sensor detecting devices sparked and all the rest shut down with it. Y/N walked up to Bruce and over to the metal clamps that were still wrapped around his wrists.

Y/N: New problem.

Bruce: The security locks. You caused the system to go down, but the locks are put in standby position while closed.

Y/N: Yeah, I can't open them with the computer. However, if I vibrate against them, I might be able to match their molecular frequency and cause them to shatter.

Bruce: That could work, but you'll need to be very precise.

Y/N: Where is Hartley when you need him? Alright, sit tight.

Bruce: Not like I'm going anywhere else. 

Y/N brought his hands up and grabbed onto the clamps closed around Bruce's wrists. He focused and began vibrating his hands at high speeds. The metal started to groan and strain under the rapid movement. Y/N concentrated, licking his lips in anticipation.

Finally, Y/N managed to locate the precise frequency. The metal cracked before splintering apart like they had just been hit by something. Bruce's arms fell down and he held his wrists in pain.

Y/N: Ha! It worked!

Y/N bent down and did the same thing to the clamps on Bruce's legs. After Wayne was free, he stretched and stepped out from where he'd been hanging for the past day and a half.

Bruce: Thanks. Let's go.

Y/N: Man, you really never take a moment to rest, do you?

Bruce walked over to where his suit and belt had been confiscated. He began putting them on before pausing.

Bruce: Thomas said he'd have a contingency in place if I got out. If he's right...

Bruce thought for a moment. He looked at Y/N for a moment before continuing his thought.

Bruce: Follow me. I've got a plan.

Bruce started to walk off to one of the other rooms, carrying his suit with him. Y/N clapped his hands and followed behind.

Y/N: Alright. Oh, Ultraman's throne! There's something you need to know about it. 

Bruce: Tell me on the way. Come on!