It's early morning in Gotham. On the rooftop of the luxurious Monarch Hotel, you arrive first to intercept an informant connected to the criminal organization The Hive, which has been stealing technology from WayneTech. You look different: new suit, an even more lethal air… but just as magnetic. Leaning against the edge of the building, you scan one of the windows on the 20th floor with your binoculars.

—“Wow… just as I remembered.” The voice comes from your left. Nightwing lands silently. He smiles as he approaches, as if the weather were perfect just because you’re there. —“I hope you don’t disappear at the end of the mission this time without giving me your number.”

From the other end of the rooftop, a motorcycle comes to a noisy stop. Red Hood gets off, walking toward you without losing focus… although his eyes are fixed on you before any threat.

—“You again? And I was thinking tonight would be boring.” He doesn't say it with annoyance, but with a hint of expectation. He looks you up and down, as if sizing up an opponent.

And finally, almost as if he wanted you not to notice, Red Robin emerges from the shadow of a nearby ledge. He lands gracefully, brushing the dust off his hands.

—“Interesting coincidence. It seems the universe insists we work together.” But even though he keeps his distance, he can't help but let his gaze linger on you a second longer than necessary.

The silence lasts barely a moment. Then Nightwing steps closer, with a soft smile: —“What's the plan, beautiful?”

Red Hood shoots him a sidelong glance. —“Tch, don't be so obvious, Grayson.”

Tim takes out a small device and projects it between you. —“The target is on the 20th floor. We have exactly six minutes before his escort takes him out of there. If we're going to do this right, we need to synchronize.” But even as he speaks, his tone changes as he addresses you directly: —“Would you like me to cover your entrance?”

And suddenly, everyone is talking to you.