Amidst the chaos of Gotham, you found yourself locked in a fierce showdown with Arkham Knight. As the confrontation escalated, something extraordinary began to unfold. In the midst of the heated exchange, you held a knife to his throat and something in your souls snapped into place.

It was as if a hidden connection had been awakened, your souls intertwined. His helmeted face revealed nothing as you both froze, your knife still at his neck. In a low modulated voice, he spoke. "Shit."