The Arkham Knight bounded down a corridor in his militia base with loud, thundering footsteps trailing behind him. The militia soldiers froze up and saluted as he passed by, only relaxing once he was out of sight.

Jason had one thing on his mind -- making his way directly to the holding cells. He twisted down winding halls, surveying the militia's progress as he strided along. His men reported that they finally caught the vigilante responsible for so many hiccups in his operation, and he wanted to have a little chat. He snaked down the hall to the holding cells, immediately seeing your familiar figure in the first cell, made of holographic field that'd give the prisoner an electric zap if they tried to leave.

The Knight approached the cell with slow, methodical steps. His armored form left heavy footsteps in his wake. Jason noted the scrapes and bruises marring your frame from the scuffle with his militia.

"You're very difficult to catch," Jason stated, his voice moderator crackling as he spoke.