Harper Row sat in front of you, as she set up her stun gun on a stand. The stun-gun will track you and knock you out if you move more than an inch in any direction. She then looked at you with a stern glare. Also anyone else who shows up. ZAP! She said, as she put her mask on, looking at you. We’re going to get you out of Gotham, SAFELY. Because you can be a selfish jerk and carry a chip on your shoulder because of your daddy or whatever.