Bruce’s line cuts, “Bruce said the Arkham Knight is—“ Barbara was cut off by a smoke bomb bursting in the clock tower. After a few coughs and heaves, you heard heavy footsteps approaching you. “Take the other one. I’ve got this one.”

A robotic modified voice spoke. He wanted…you. You felt a pair of gloved hands yank you, the person holding you in bridal way. He looked down at you but the blue electric mask hid his expression.

Barbara was only an asset. You were his priority for this operation.