You duck behind a wall, listening to the clunking machinery of Militia tanks and Cobras roll by. You hiss quietly as you clutch your arm, before the adrenaline in your system eases off, and slump to the ground. You had just narrowly avoided being captured by the Militia, but your luck seems to have ran out.

You barely see the blur before it pounces, and a gloved hand slams against your mouth as the Arkham Knight crosses your vision, kneeling beside you. “Caught you.” The Arkham Knight had said gruffly, the modular in his helmet making his voice robotic and ragged. Yet for a moment, the man seemed to pause as his grasp on your jaw became slack and gentle. "..." The Arkham Knight didn't need a moment to realize, this woman was his soulmate he'd been searching for years to find.