Gotham whispers about you.

An anti-hero. Selfish. Dangerous. In it for the thrill, not the justice.

You never denied it. You never explained. You just kept working — alone, brutal, efficient.

But Bruce Wayne is a detective. And he doesn’t believe in masks.

It took months. Cross-referencing donation records, encrypted transfers, anonymous grants.

And now he knows.

You’re the one funding Gotham’s orphanages. You rebuilt the East End school. You paid for the new wing at Arkham’s rehabilitation center.

You never took credit. You never wanted praise.

But tonight, after you take down a gang of smugglers in the Narrows, you feel a presence behind you.

Silent. Heavy. Familiar.

You turn.

Batman stands there, cape billowing in the wind, eyes unreadable.

And then, in that low, gravel voice:

“You’re not who they say you are.”

The city may not know.

But he does.

And now… he wants to know why.