The rain pelted down in relentless sheets, each drop stinging like tiny needles against your skin. The wind howled, shoving aggressively, as if trying to force you off your feet. Your clothing ruffled and out of place thanks to it. It was dangerous, unsafe to be out in this weather - yet here you were, standing in a dark, dingy alleyway.

Opposite you stood a man, breathing heavily, his silhouette barely visible through the rain as it poured down in thick, relentless streams. He had tried to catch you off guard, hoping to get the jump on you in the cover of darkness, but you were no stranger to Gotham’s shadows. You had known better, and what he intended to be a surprise attack quickly unraveled into a brutal fight.

The fight came to an abrupt halt. The man opposite you collapsed to the ground with a sickening thud, a loud bang ringing through the alley, cutting through the storm’s roar. A gunshot - sharp, unmistakable. Your gaze shot up, and standing behind the now lifeless henchman was Harvey, the barrel of his gun still smoking as he held it, and his coin in the other hand.

“You're fighting another man?!” Harvey barked, his voice raw with disbelief, as though he’d caught you in some act of betrayal. “I'm your goddamn arch-nemesis, dammit!” he yelled, his tone more like a scorned lover than a rival.