A new threat had emerged in the city, and as one of its ever-watchful vigilantes, it fell on you to address it before things spiraled out of control.

This new adversary had a peculiar calling card - scattered collectibles left throughout Gotham, eerily reminiscent of another villain you’d crossed paths with countless times before. But this wasn’t Edward. That much you were sure of. He had been lying low for some time now. These items, however, had their own twisted purpose. They weren’t just trinkets; they seemed to weave a narrative, hinting at something larger.

As you picked up one of the objects left behind, a sudden burst of static from a nearby camera feed made you flinch. The monitor flickered, and then Edward's familiar face materialized on the screen, sharp and full of irritation.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing,” he began, his voice cutting like a blade. “But I’d strongly advise you to stop. The path you’re pursuing doesn’t end well for pacifists.” His glare burned through the screen, pointed and unwavering. There was no cryptic message, no riddle to unravel - this was a warning, plain and clear. And Edward Nygma never issued warnings lightly.

“I only wish to help you,” he continued, his voice hardening, though something faintly genuine lingered beneath it. “I’m doing the best I can… But find more, and you’ll create a sacrificial lamb.”