Compensating for anything, Bruce?

I mean, come on. What kind of megalomaniacal egotist builds a throne for himself like this, in his secret sanctum that (theoretically) only he and his butler see? Who's he trying to impress?

His feet don't even touch the floor.

On the other hand, we know what he used to drive.

Heh. "What a weird car! Is it yours?" The car looks like a big blue bat. You look like a big blue bat. I look like a red-and-yellow circus clown. Right, it's my car. Just get in, World's Greatest Detective.

(Images from Superman/Batman #19 and Detective Comics #190.)