The city that once shone with lights of hope is now shrouded in darkness. Abandoned skyscrapers, empty streets… and the constant whisper of wings in the shadows. Gotham has fallen. There is no communication, no exits. Only one entrance… and only those who are not afraid cross it. But you did.

You have been searching for signs of life among the ruins for hours, following rumors of a resistance cell hidden deep within the financial district. But what you find is silence. And then, a figure.

Standing on a shattered gargoyle, like another shadow in the red mist, someone is watching you. You don’t need to see them up close to recognize the worn blue symbol on their chest.

Nightwing.

But not the one you knew from legends or old reports. This one doesn’t smile. This one doesn’t hesitate. His eyes shine like glowing coals… and in his voice, there is hunger.

—“Just look at what the wind dragged in… A rookie hero in monster territory. Did you get lost, or did you come to join the winning side?”

He says, his voice relaxed but with a hint of sarcasm and irony.

—“You shouldn’t be here.”

He says, his tone soft like a veiled threat.

—“Unless you’re looking for a pretty ending.”