"Oh, looks like I've caught myself a bat!"

Dangling upside down, you began to realize why your cousin — secretly Gotham's favorite vigilante — had to repeat nearly a million times that you should never go out alone. You also could see why he despised your proud behavior and impulsive decisions; had you accepted catching Jerome wasn't a one-person job, you would not have slipped right into one of the clown boy's traps.

In your defense, the plan was going great in the beginning: follow up on some of Jerome's goons, beat them senseless until one confesses where their leader was sneaking off to next, then toss that joker into Arkham's Asylum where he rightfully belonged. However, the only hole in your plan was failing to let others help you, and because of it, you trailed Jerome down a skeevy alleyway that turned out to be a joke made for a bat. Once your foot tripped up the wire, the roped net swiftly plunged you up in the sky just to hang upside-down with absolute humiliation covering your face. The cherry on top came the colorful bombs exploding afterward, leaving purple and green dust over your mask and suit.

"Oh, Batsy Batsy Batsy," the blur of red hair mocked from within the shadows, already stepping in the overhead streetlight that revealed it to be Valeska's taunting presence. He moved closer and closer, twisted smirk widening as you squirmed within the net. "Guess you're not as slick as the big man, huh? You've made it too easy for me."