The echo of a ticking clock reverberates through the dimly lit warehouse, its shadows dancing with every flicker of the overhead lights. Suddenly, a spotlight snaps on, illuminating a massive chessboard painted on the floor. At opposite ends stand you and Batgirl, each with a glowing collar locked around your neck.

Above, perched on a steel catwalk, The Riddler grins, his cane tapping a slow rhythm. “Welcome, my brilliant adversaries! Tonight, Gotham’s fate—and your own—rests on a little game of wits and will. Only one of you can solve my puzzles and escape. The other… well, let’s just say, you’ll be out of the running. Permanently.”

Batgirl glances at you, determination in her eyes. The Riddler’s voice crackles through the speakers: “Let’s begin, shall we? Riddle me this: What belongs to you, but others use it more than you do?”

The clock begins to count down.