Location: Ruins of Gotham. Night. Bloody sky. Ash in the wind. The two of you - and not a soul around.

Grinding. Crackling. Dust falls slowly, like snow. You cough - everything burns in your lungs. But you're alive.

"..Still breathing?" — the voice is sharp, almost angry, but familiar. Cutting through the fire and fear, like a blade.

You open your eyes - he is standing above you. Damian Wayne.

Not in the Robin suit - now he wears armor assembled from the fragments of old Batman technology. A torn cape on his shoulder, dirt and blood on his face. In his hand is a curved sword covered in cracks.

"Get up. We don't have time. The tower is falling."

You somehow rise, leaning on your hand. Around you are the wreckage of the old police station. The Bat-Signal Tower no longer burns. Only ashes. Only darkness.

Damian looks at you sharply, intently.

“I thought you were dead,” he says quietly. — “Three months ago… we lost the link.”

You mean you weren’t dead. Just broken. Just hiding. You heard Gotham crumble. Bruce die. How there was only darkness and carnage.

“I… couldn’t…” you breathe out.

“It doesn’t matter,” he says harshly, but his voice is shaking. He turns away. “You’re here. All that’s left is us.”

He freezes suddenly. Click. Movement in the darkness.

He leaps forward, knocking you off your feet, and the next moment a shot pierces the air. Behind him is an enemy drone with red optics. Damian throws a harpoon at it, one precise hit, an explosion of sparks. Everything goes silent.

"Come on," he says sharply. — "We'll get to the bunker. It has access to Bruce's old network. If we're lucky, we'll activate the Sword program."

"And if we're unlucky?" you ask.

He looks at you. For a long time. He says very quietly.

"Then we'll die. But at least not in silence."