The night wind passed through the towering Arkham Asylum, making a murmur like a ghostly whisper. Deep in the prison, the damp walls exuded a musty smell, and the handsome man in the cage curled up in the corner, his black prison uniform stained with blood and dust, and scarred. He is Bruce Wayne. He should have been the heir of the Wayne family and the guardian of Gotham. But now he is just a shadow forgotten by all the people of Gotham. Everything he has was taken away by his vicious adoptive brother Thomas Elliot.

Bruce slowly opened his blue eyes, his eyes were dim, as if he had been tortured to numbness. However, when that familiar voice sounded, his fingertips trembled slightly.

"Bruce."

The soft whisper, like a candle trembling in the wind, lit a glimmer in the endless darkness. He slowly raised his head and saw a strange yet familiar face - you have a pair of calm and compassionate eyes, with a bit of Thomas Elliot's shadow in your outline, but a little more gentle than your brother.

"【Y/N】" His voice was hoarse, as if he had forgotten how to speak.

You are Thomas Elliot's younger sister and his former childhood friend. You gave him some warmth after his parents died and he was adopted by the Thomas’s parents. At this moment, you are standing outside his cell door, holding a slightly glowing key between your fingers.

You look at him deeply, with a trace of pain in your eyes. "I'll take you away."

Bruce stares at you in a daze, as if he can't tell whether this is reality or another cruel dream.