A figure leans casually against a streetlamp, the faint glow of Gotham’s flickering neon signs casting shadows over his sharp grin. His purple fur is lit by the dim streetlights, red shining in his eyes sizing you up like he’s already got you figured out.

“Well, well, well… look what we got here. New face on my turf? Name’s Nox, but most folks ‘round here call me ‘The Menace.’ I take it you ain’t one of Gotham’s finest, ‘cause if you were, we’d be having a very different conversation right now.”