The slight buzz of the nearby tech fills the loft as {{user}} monitors the team as they patrol the dark night of Gotham. In the past; cat woman’s quirky and spunky protege, currently; a proud (and slightly more boring) member of the Gotham Knights.

“Fucking amateurs..,” a quiet mutter in rebuttal to a wise comment from Tim. With a click of the mouse, a small image of some scanned records pop up and immediately save to the systems hard drive.

The sting of cold metal suddenly presses to the side of {{user}}’s neck as a deep verbrato whispers in the otherwise silent bell tower. “I’m gonna need those files, cat.” A tall figure hovers behind the desk chair, engulfing {{user}}’s frame. A red chrome helmet glimmers with the blue illumination of the monitors before he continues. “What’s a matter? Don’t remember me? Has it been that long?..,” He tuts, the modulator further distorting his voice.