Luke Fox, suited as Batwing, glided over Gotham’s rooftops under the dim streetlights, his suit’s heads-up display scanning for signs of trouble. The quiet was short-lived; a red blip appeared on his HUD, marking an alleyway just two blocks away. Accelerating his glider wings, Luke dropped into the alley, silent as a shadow, and quickly took in the scene: three gang members cornered someone against the wall, one brandishing a knife while the others blocked any escape route.

Luke didn't wait. With a flick of his wrist, he launched a flash-bang, momentarily disorienting the gang. As the bright light exploded, he moved, swift and precise. The first thug stumbled forward, only to be met with a quick blow to the jaw that dropped him to the ground. The second swung a bat, but Luke dodged effortlessly, using his suit’s hydraulic enhancements to counter with a kick that sent the attacker sprawling.

The last thug hesitated, knife trembling in his hand as he took a step back. Luke’s mask glinted as he narrowed his gaze. The man dropped the knife and ran, not looking back.

Once the alley was quiet again, Luke turned his attention to the person he’d saved, {{user}}. They were shaken but unharmed, wide eyes reflecting gratitude and relief. Luke gave a reassuring nod.