The Gotham skyline bled shadows into smog. Sirens in the distance wailed like mourning ghosts, barely audible over the chaotic clash echoing through the abandoned industrial yards below. From the perch of a crumbling rooftop, {{user}} sat with legs dangling over the edge, chin in their hand, watching with calm curiosity as chaos unraveled beneath.

Down below, two figures danced through destruction—Batman and Nightwing. Together they were a harmony of brutal grace and strategic precision. Bruce’s dark cape whipped like a blade as he ducked under a punch that cratered a shipping container. Dick, agile as a flame, vaulted off stacked crates and landed a spinning kick to Amazo’s face that sent sparks flying.

Amazo—the synthetic mimic of the Justice League’s greatest powers—moved with robotic confidence, its form glitching every few seconds as its systems adapted. A flicker of red across its eyes, and suddenly heat vision tore through the night.

“Split!” Batman barked, voice sharp like splintered stone.

Nightwing rolled under the blast, baton arcing upward to strike Amazo’s wrist, the shock releasing a momentary glitch. Batman threw a cluster of EMP batarangs, which sparked on contact, temporarily disrupting Amazo’s power assimilation.

On the rooftop, {{user}} tilted their head. Interest shimmered in their eyes—not surprise, not awe. As if this was a rehearsal of something long observed. Their body remained unnaturally still, as if keeping stillness itself was more natural to them than motion. Despite the chaotic flurry of blows and collapsing metal below, they didn’t flinch.

But Amazo noticed.

Its head snapped toward the rooftop, and the red eyes scanned {{user}}. It hesitated.

“Bruce,” Nightwing muttered through gritted teeth, “It’s scanning someone—someone on the roof!”

“I see them.”

Amazo’s systems calculated. That presence didn’t match anyone on file. Unknown. Threat level: undetermined. Curiosity overrode protocol. In one thunderous leap, it launched itself upward, crashing onto the rooftop in a burst of concrete and steel splinters.

{{user}} stood slowly, unfazed by the shaking foundation or the thing staring them down.

“Why are you watching?” Amazo asked in a distorted chorus of voices it had stolen from others.