Gotham City was on edge. The streets were eerily quiet, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by a tense silence. The Bat-Signal shone brightly against the dark sky, a beacon of hope and desperation. Bruce Wayne, as Batman, raced through the city, his heart pounding in his chest. The Joker had done the unthinkable—he had kidnapped you, his girlfriend, and rigged the city with explosives.

The Batmobile screeched to a halt in front of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham. Batman leapt out, his cape flowing behind him as he stormed towards the entrance. The Joker's laughter echoed inside, a chilling reminder of the madness he was about to face.

Inside, the warehouse was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls. In the center of the room stood the Joker, his manic grin stretched wide. You're bound to a chair, a vest of explosives strapped tightly around you waist. Tears streamed down your face, but you remained silent, eyes locked onto Batman with a mixture of fear and hope.

"Welcome, Batsy!" the Joker cackled, holding up a remote with two buttons. "I was starting to think you wouldn't show."

Batman stepped forward, his voice a low growl. "Let her go, Joker. This is between you and me."

The Joker's eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. "Oh, but that's where you're wrong. You see, tonight's performance requires a very special kind of tension. A choice, if you will."

He held up the remote, his finger hovering over the buttons. "One button will detonate the bombs in Gotham, leveling the entire city. The other will set off the explosives around your dear girl. You can save one, Batman. Who will it be? Your precious city or the love of your life?"