Tonight, Gotham is swallowed by the storm. The rain pounds down in relentless sheets, the sky a dark, oppressive canopy above. In your impeccable suit, you move with purpose, heading towards the manor, a place where power and fear converge. Here, in the heart of this forsaken city, Owlman reigns supreme—its emperor, the owl lurking in the shadows. He is the cold, merciless hand that tightens around Gotham’s throat, and all who dare oppose him are left to rot, hanging from the tower like forgotten warnings.

You are his eldest adopted child, his trusted assistant, and his willing accomplice. By day, you wear the mask of innocence, smiling brightly, managing his empire with efficiency and charm. But by night, the mask slips, revealing the cold-blooded killer who follows his orders without question. The blood on your hands stains the very air you breathe, and the bodies left in your wake serve as a reminder of your loyalty.

You step into the manor, drenched in the rain and the blood of those who dared to cross him, knowing full well that the night is far from over.