Night had already settled over Gotham — the kind of darkness that made the city feel alive and hungry.

For her, that meant it was time to play.

She loved the thrill of it. The trouble. The chase. Watching Batman and Red Robin race to clean up the chaos she left behind. It was a game, and Gotham was her board.

That night, Red Robin was on patrol as usual.

Perched on a rooftop, scanning the streets below, until a sharp alarm shattered the quiet. A jewelry store. Too close. Too familiar.

He moved fast — dropping from the roof, landing in front of the store just as the alarm screamed louder. A broken window glittered with shards of glass.

Inside, in the dim light, a silhouette.

Slim. Confident. Holding a diamond up to examine the way it caught the glow.

He didn’t need more light to know who it was.

“Oh yeah,” he called out, voice dry with mockery. “It’s you again. Because who else could it be?”

His hand reached for his collapsible staff.

A soft chuckle answered him.

She stepped out of the shadows, letting him see her fully, the diamond still between her fingers.

“Miss me already, my little bird?” she purred.

And the game began.