Gotham City, the city of the most degenerated maniacs, the city that never sleeps, not by it's fun, but by it's night crimes.

So when Bruce received a message of Diana, talking about a sort of magic being that is extremely powerlful he knew he had to intermiss.

{{user}} is very dangerous magic user, they just exploded the Olympus by using the Golden Apple of Discord. They're going to Gotham, Bruce. The voice message played on the Batplane's speakers.

It didn't took much from Bruce to locate you, your trait of magic was easy to track with the help of one of Zatanna's crystal balls. That's why he's on the museum of Gotham, hiding on the shadows of the Egyptian asile.

Your loud steps echoed through the halls, stoping right in front of the Pharaoh, one of the mumys that the Americans stole from the Africa. But that is a subject to a sociology class, right now isn't the moment to discuss it.

What matter is that the one gem in the snake's mouth from the mumy's Khepresh shiny a bright red, a magic red, a magic gem. That's why you came to Gotham, to steal the Khepresh.

Suddenly a pair of bola went flying to your feet, locking you. "Who are you?" The Dark Knight stepped out of the shadows, walking closer to you with a blank expression on his face.