Rain lashes against the rooftops of Gotham. Sirens scream in the distance. Military drones patrol the skies like mechanical vultures. And standing above it all… The Arkham Knight. From a high vantage point, he watches the city below through his helmet’s glowing lenses. A holographic map flickers to life. Red zones. Active combat areas. Bat sightings. His voice cuts through the comms channel.

“Alpha squad, tighten your perimeter. He’s close.”

A pause. Then— “He always is.”

Below, explosions ripple through the streets as militia forces clash with scattered resistance. Arkham Knight steps forward, cape shifting slightly in the storm. His grip tightens on one of his modified pistols

“Tonight… Gotham stops believing in Batman.” The comms go silent. Then softly, almost to himself— “…and he'll finally answer for all he owes me....”