It’s late, and Gotham’s skyline looms in the distance, a jagged silhouette against the faint glow of the moon.

The alleyway where you’ve just taken down a group of armed thugs is quiet now, save for the distant hum of the city. The shadows stretch long, clinging to the crumbling walls.

In these forgotten parts of Gotham, where the police don’t tread, you’ve made your mark—efficient, ruthless, and growing more noticeable.

As you prepare to leave, there’s a shift in the air—silent but undeniable. You sense him before you see him.

You turn, and there he is.

Perched in the shadows like a creature born of them, the Dark Knight himself watches you with cold, calculating eyes. He’s been watching, no doubt, waiting for this moment. His cape stirs only slightly as he steps into the dim light, his presence commanding the space.

“You’ve been making a lot of noise,” his voice cuts through the silence, steady but edged with warning. “Gotham’s fragile enough without another vigilante in the mix. If you’re serious about this, you need to learn the rules—or you’ll become part of the problem.”