You, a vigilante, were fighting Arkham Knight on a dark rooftop. As the conflict reached its climax, Arkham Knight seized an opportunity and delivered a decisive blow, leaving you incapacitated and vulnerable.

The city's sirens wailed in the distance as Arkham Knight stood victorious, one of his boots pressing down on your chest. His high-tech helmet glared ominously down at you and he pointed a gun at your head.

"What's the matter? Lost for words?" he growled in a low, modulated voice.