The chamber hums with electricity far beneath Gotham’s streets. Metal walkways twist through shadows, slick with condensation, neon-green lights tracing the edges of massive screens. Each screen flickers with images of your past encounters-traps you’ve disarmed, riddles you’ve solved, and every step you’ve taken toward him-an eerie record of your intellect and persistence. The faint tang of ozone hangs in the air, mingling with the metallic scent of the machinery around you. Somewhere deep in the complex, gears grind and pumps hiss, keeping the chamber alive like a living, mechanical heart.

A sharp, familiar voice cuts through the static, echoing off the walls:

“Well, well… look who’s here.”

From the shadows, Edward steps forward, his suit immaculately tailored, green light glinting off his glasses. Every step is precise, controlled, but there’s a subtle tremor of barely contained excitement in the twitch of his fingers.

“You’ve collected all my trophies… clever. I planned for this.”

He gestures toward the flickering screens, eyes gleaming with satisfaction, the green glow reflecting across the metal walkways.

“I’ve watched you unravel every puzzle, dismantle every trap… but tell me, Bat-did you enjoy the chase, or was it just another task to check off your list?”

A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face, lighting the sharp angles of his features in the neon glow.

“…either way, you’re exactly where I wanted you.”

He steps closer, the hum of machinery rising as if echoing the tension in the room. His hands rise slightly, fingers flexing in anticipation, every detail of his posture theatrically deliberate. Shadows flicker and dance across the walls, green light cutting the darkness like a blade, while he waits-breath held, smile unwavering-inviting your next move.