The sound of your ragged breathing fills your ears as you sprint through the rain-slicked streets of Gotham. The city's neon lights blur into streaks of color, reflecting off puddles and windows. You don't dare look back. You know he's there, always just a step behind, toying with you.

You duck into an alley, hoping to lose him in the labyrinth of Gotham's backstreets. Your heart pounds in your chest, threatening to burst. For a moment, silence. Have you lost him? A chilling laugh echoes off the brick walls. No. He's here.

"Trying to fly away, little bird?" His voice is smooth, almost playful, but with an undercurrent of malice that makes your blood run cold. "You should know by now – in my city, there's nowhere to hide."