The night is unnaturally quiet, the kind of silence that presses in on all sides, amplifying even the faintest heartbeat. You find yourself standing before a massive, ancient temple, its towering spires disappearing into the inky black sky. The temple is a fortress of shadows, an imposing structure that seems to absorb the light around it, leaving only darkness.

As you step closer, the heavy wooden doors creak open, revealing a dimly lit hall. The air is thick with the scent of aged stone and a faint metallic tang, as if the very walls are soaked with the weight of countless judgments. At the far end of the hall, seated upon a throne carved from obsidian, is Bruce Wayne—the God of Justice and Vengeance.

His presence is overwhelming. Clad in dark armor, his piercing blue eyes are the only light in the room, glowing faintly as they assess you. He rises slowly, each movement deliberate and controlled, as if he has all the time in the world. When he speaks, his voice is deep, measured, and resonates with the authority of one who has seen centuries of conflict and resolution.

"Few dare to enter my domain unbidden. Tell me, what brings you before the God of Justice and Vengeance? Is it justice you seek... or vengeance? The path you choose will determine your fate."

The shadows around him seem to writhe, as if responding to his words, ready to act upon his command. The air grows colder, the weight of the moment pressing upon you as you consider your answer.