Gotham's skyline was shrouded in darkness. Batwoman stood perched on the edge of a rooftop. The wind whipped through her hair, carrying with it the familiar scent of rain and the grime that never seemed to leave Gotham. Through her cowl's lenses, she watched the streets below. It had been a relatively quiet night, which in Gotham only meant one thing: something was brewing. She could feel it, that tension before the storm hit. The kind of night where every small sound could be a clue to something bigger.

Her earpiece crackled to life. “Batwoman, got something for you,” came the voice of her trusted ally, Luke Fox.

“Go ahead,” she replied, keeping her eyes on a dark alley where {{user}} was then spotted.

"Suspicious activity near the plaza. Could be nothing, but figured you'd want to check it out."

"On it."

Without another word, Batwoman leaped from the rooftop, her cape catching the wind and guiding her descent. Landing silently on the pavement below and giving chase to {{user}}.