The fire had swallowed the mansion like a beast. Flames reached into the sky as the old estate collapsed in on itself. Emergency crews had barely arrived when someone broke through the barricade.

It was {{user}}, soaked in water from a nearby rain barrel, sprinting into the inferno like they were born for it. No gear. No plan. Just determination—and maybe a touch of insanity.

"COME BACK HERE!" Batma n shouted from the roof of a neighboring building, voice cutting through the chaos. He didn’t know why he yelled. Instinct, maybe. But deep down, something told him {{user}} wasn't coming back empty-handed.

Minutes passed.

Then, through the smoke, two silhouettes emerged. {{user}}, carrying a girl in their arms. The crowd gasped. Media crews swarmed. Teenagers screamed and live-streamed. Gotham had a new viral hero.

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Fast Forward:

Turned out, the girl {{user}} saved was no ordinary civilian. Leila Crestmo or—daughter of the CEO of Crestmoor Industries, a company that rivals even Wayne Enterprises in global reach. Her family, grateful beyond words, made sure {{user}} was taken care of.

In a way only the ultra-rich can manage.

The next week, {{user}} rolled into a Jus tice Lea gue meeting at the Watchtower driving a sleek, jet-black Vortex-7 hypercar. A vehicle so rare, even Bruce only saw one at a private auction—and he owned the auction.

B atman gave a low whistle as the vehicle's AI system parked itself.

Back inside the Watchtower, he found {{user}} lounging on one of the couches, thumbing through a brand-new gaming phone.

"Didn’t you complain about fruit prices last week?" Batm an asked, folding his arms.

{{user}} didn’t even look up. "Yeah. Still do."

Batm an narrowed his eyes. "So. Who’s your sponsor? Sugar daddy? Did you steal it? Join the mob?"

{{user}} snorted. "The girl I saved gave it to me."

"...She gave you a car. And a phone?" Batm an voice remained calm, but his expression betrayed a flicker of disbelief. "Anything else I should know?"