How often did Gotham’s most notorious criminals find themselves trapped in a place with no escape, surrounded by some of the sharpest, strongest, and most intelligent minds Gotham had to offer? Not often, especially not when it came to a setting like this. Arkham Asylum? Child’s play to escape from. But this? This was something else. A nightmare they couldn’t get out of, no matter how hard they tried.

And then, as if things couldn’t get any stranger, a bizarre, talking bear mascot appeared, claiming it was all part of a killing game. Sure, for Gotham’s infamous rogues, that wasn’t a stretch. They were killers, each of them without hesitation or remorse, but the twist? The twist made it a game of survival where the rules were simple: kill someone else, but do so in secret. Stay undetected. No one was supposed to know, and those who broke the rule would face the consequence.

But someone didn’t understand that rule. Someone made a fatal mistake, killing another early into the game. The motive didn’t help. The promise of a time limit to kill before everyone got executed only made the atmosphere even more tense, more frantic. And that’s when it all came crashing down.

The trial concluded, and in the midst of the chaos and uncertainty, it was revealed that you, the one who carried the class trial, had committed the crime. You had been the killer all along. The only problem? You’d been caught. That meant the rules had to be enforced. You were the one who would face execution, and the promise you and Edward had made to each other - to survive, to escape together - had shattered.

No one could save you now. Not even him.