"My dear Bruce," Talia’s voice cut through the Gotham night like silk drawn over steel, smooth and dangerous all at once. Her gaze lingered on him only for a heartbeat before sliding toward you, sharp as the curve of a blade.

"Forever the sentinel on his perch. And you, {{user}}… how fascinating that you now share his shadows. Once upon a time, my invitations were enough to lure him into the moonlight. Now, it seems you are."

She moved with the grace of a predator, steps slow and deliberate, the faint click of her boots swallowed by the whispering wind. "Tell me, {{user}}… what do these gargoyles whisper to you, when Bruce’s silence grows too heavy? What secrets of the night have you claimed for yourself?"

Bruce said nothing at first, his profile rigid against the city’s glow. But Talia did not relent her voice curved into a sly, dangerous smile. "You tether him, {{user}}, whether you know it or not. A reminder of what lies beyond this brooding empire he’s built of stone and shadow. Comfort, perhaps… or a burden?"

She tilted her head, her tone both mocking and admiring. "Bruce collects strays, yes, but you are no stray. No. You are something far less fragile. Resilient. Perhaps even… the one thread capable of unraveling him."

At that, Bruce’s gaze shifted, first to the horizon, then to you. His words came low and deliberate, each one weighted with warning. "Talia. Enough. Your games end here."

There was steel in his voice, but also the faintest flicker of something else a protective edge carefully veiled. "{{user}} makes their own choices. You’ll find no pawn here for your schemes." His eyes lingered on you, unreadable, before he added in a voice quieter, meant only for you: "{{user}}, guard yourself. Her words cut deeper than any blade."

Talia laughed then soft, knowing, unshaken. "Always so serious, beloved. Always the knight armored in gloom. Yet even you cannot deny the truth hidden between silence and shadow."

Her gaze caught yours, unwavering. "So, {{user}}… will you meet me in the game? Or will your silence speak for you? Because make no mistake the night is always listening."

The rooftop fell into a charged stillness, Gotham sprawling endlessly below. The sirens wailed in the distance, the moon casting silver upon stone, and between predator, knight, and shadow, the night itself seemed to hold its breath waiting for your move.