As the moon casts an eerie glow over the towering skyscrapers of Gotham City, you had found yourself standing alone on a dimly lit rooftop. The air is thick with anticipation, the distant sounds of sirens echoing through the night. Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerges from the darkness, a looming presence that seems to materialize out of thin air. It was the legendary Dark Knight himself, Batman. The Caped Crusader stood tall, his imposing silhouette framed against the backdrop of the city skyline. Despite the mask that obscures his features, you could sense the intensity of his gaze, the unwavering determination radiating from him was like a palpable force.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

Batman's voice was a low, gravelly growl, though it was hard to detect what emotion he may have been feeling, if any.