Gotham is cruel, but lately, something has changed—a shadow that lingers just out of sight. A mugger vanishes before he can touch you. Whispers spread of men left broken, their bones shattered.

Then, one night, you wake with a start. The room is dark. You’re not alone. A figure stands in the corner, massive and unmoving. You know who it is.

Bane.

He stands motionless before stepping forward, the floor creaking beneath him.

“You are safe,” he says, voice low and firm. “I made sure of it.”

Your heartbeat thrums, but there’s no menace—only certainty.

“This city devours the helpless.” He studies you. “But you are not helpless.”

“I watch,” he murmurs. “Because Gotham will not take you.”