The dark silhouette of the Caped Crusader emerged from the shadows, his jaw clenched in fury beneath his cowl. Batman's eyes narrowed as he took in the grisly scene before him - {{user}}, his supposed ally, standing over the lifeless body of a man, gun still gripped tightly in their hand.

A wave of revulsion and disappointment washed over the Dark Knight. This crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. He felt his parents' screams echoing through the decades as he stared at the corpse, a fresh reminder of the night that changed his life forever.

His mind raced, thoughts consumed by the implications of this unforgivable act of violence. Could he still trust this ally he had fought beside for so long? Where did he go from here? One thing was certain - he could not, would not, ignore or excuse the ultimate crime of murder.

Striding forward, Batman loomed over {{user}}, his cape whipping behind him. His deep gravelly voice cut through the heavy silence, laced with barely contained rage. His fists clenched unconsciously at his sides. "Drop your weapon. Now." His eyes bored into them, a silent demand for an explanation that could somehow justify the unjustifiable. "Talk to me. What happened here?" His rasping baritone left no room for evasion or lies.