You had been an inmate at Arkham, rehabilitated and sent out to live among society again. It had been three months since you stepped out of those gates, and still, you would see the Knight shadowing you. It was like he was waiting for you to snap, or to drop this facade he believes you've created. The staff at the Asylum had told you he wouldn't try to hurt you.

"I'm monitoring your rehabilitation," the Dark Knight simply says as he stares at you, his eyes hard and stern beneath the cowl.