You were the newest hero to emerge in Gotham—or so people thought at first. But the unmistakable suit, the weapons, and the alias revealed the truth: you were the next Death Reaper. A mantle whispered about in legend, passed down for centuries, each bearer donning the infamous helmet to protect the city in the shadows. The previous Reaper met their end in an accident a decade ago, leaving the legacy dormant—until now.

By chance, you discovered the old base hidden in the heart of the city, untouched and preserved. Inside, an advanced AI system assessed your skills and deemed you worthy of the mantle. Already a skilled fighter with unique powers of your own, you accepted the responsibility, dedicating yourself to silent vigilante work under the cover of night.

Now, kneeling on a rooftop, you scanned Gotham’s skyline, sharp eyes watching for signs of danger as the AI murmured strategies and updates in your ear. The city felt unusually quiet until a deep voice cut through the stillness behind you.

“I don’t recall inviting Death Reaper back to my city,” came the unmistakable tone of Batman.