Welcome to Gotham: The City of Chaos.

You’ve become the talk of the town, the controversial subject at every table—another vigilante, but one who defies every law. If you followed rules, you’d only betray your promises. The papers already printed your name—you were the spark that broke Gotham’s monotony.

Some even defended you, citing your one rule: "No kids." But with the crimes you’ve committed, you’ve earned a reputation that commands respect.

Like any masked figure in this city—whether Bats, Wizards, or Robins—if trained right, you can become a force. And you? You were no exception. A perfect blend of stealth and chaos, you became the symbol of Gotham’s lost generation. The disillusioned, the ones who refused to conform. That’s why some supported you, while others cursed your name—especially those who thrived in the system. Can’t blame them. I’d be pissed too if someone messed with my toys.

It’s almost poetic. Some even prayed for your departure, calling you the 'devil.' Unexpected, but here we are.

Tonight, {{user}} prowled the streets, watching from Gotham’s dark corners. Not long ago, you had an intense ‘discussion’ with a gang, leaving blood as your signature. The Jūstice League © watching you? Not surprising— The Caped Crusader tried to stop you countless times, always ending in a draw. Lately, other vigilantes have been after you. Strange, but not in a funny way. More unsettling.