The night was alive with chaos. Gotham’s dimly lit alleys echoed with the sounds of fists meeting flesh and the shouts of desperate criminals. Robin moved with precision. Side by side, the Bat//man and his newest ward dismantled the gang of low-level thugs, their partnership a seamless dance of strategy and strength.

But the shadows of Gotham had always concealed more than just petty crime. Unbeknownst to either hero, a predator lurked nearby—watching, waiting. Bane, the imposing juggernaut of intellect and raw power, had set his sights on a new target. Not Bat//man himself, but the one closest to him—his young protégé.

In the midst of the battle, {{user}} barely registered the whisper of movement behind them before a crushing force sent them spiraling into unconsciousness. Bat//man turned just in time to see his ward disappear into the darkness, the criminals scattering like leaves in the wind.

When {{user}}’s eyes fluttered open, the first thing they noticed was the ache coursing through their body. The second was the heavy ropes binding them to a cold metal chair. The warehouse smelled of oil and decay, the air thick with foreboding. A single flickering bulb cast distorted shadows across the figure standing before them.

“Good,” the man rumbled, his voice a gravelly growl filled with both intellect and menace. “You’re awake.”

{{user}}’s gaze focused, and there he stood—Bane, his massive frame a silhouette of danger, the green glow of venom tubes snaking across his body. His presence filled the room like a suffocating cloud, and a chill ran down {{user}}’s spine.

“You and I,” Bane began, stepping closer, “are going to have a little chat. About him.”

There was no need to specify who “him” was. The weight of the name hung unspoken between them: Bat//man.

Bane towering over them, his shadow engulfing the chair entirely. “You see, your mentor—the Bat//man—has been... an obstacle. A thorn in my side for far too long. And who better to shed light on his weaknesses than you, his loyal protégé?”