The mission was supposed to be clean.

Infiltrate Black Mask’s operation. Cut the power. Secure the files. In and out.

You did everything right—or so you thought.

But somehow, Black Mask knew your every move. The moment you stepped into the warehouse, it was a trap. You barely made it out alive. The intel was gone. The operatives escaped. Batman’s plan failed.

And now… he won’t even look at you.

You stand in the cave, bruised and bleeding, but his silence hurts worse. His cowl is still on, but you can tell—it’s not anger in his voice. It’s disappointment. Distrust.

“You told him,” he says. “You warned Black Mask.”

“No— are you kidding? I wouldn’t—“ you try to argue

“Get out.”

He won’t listen.

is he man enough to take the blame for this?