Gotham City. Nowdays? It was a chrome-plated nightmare stitched together with neon and crime

Your ride was a pretty secure one— modded-out, armored transport with quad wheels, Rust-coated panels, hacked sensors, smuggler compartments... everything built for these long hauls and dirty jobs

The motor's roar dominated the air... until the radio buzzed to life:

"Border clear. Corpo scanners fried. You’re nova. Deliver the package and get out clean. No Arasaka, no Maxtac, no chromeheads. Should be smooth."

But suddenly, a shadow moved in the sky above... Something fast.

Then— boom.

A figure landed in front of the truck. Metal clanking as it hit the concrete, sending spiderweb cracks through the street

She has arrived.

Cassandra Cain. The Ghost of Gotham. Bat sigil glowing faint on her black cybernetic chestplate, mask pulled down just enough to show her cold, unreadable eyes

Her body gleamed with military-grade cyberwear— Mantis blades, reinforced tendons, a Sandevistan "Apogee" and more. 90% of her body is machine.

She didn’t say anything at first. Just stared you down through your windshield... Before she moved

Your truck jolted as she gripped the front bumper and lifted it off the ground like it weighed nothing

"Smells like contraband." she said in a modulated and low voice "Not yours."

A spark flickered behind Cass' eye. Literally. As she leaned in closer, scanning your vehicle

"Nomad. Chrome-dead panels. Compartments locked down harder than Arasaka vaults..." her eyes narrowed "...Must be somethin’ juicy in there."

Cassandra dropped the truck with a heavy thud

"...Don’t like smugglers. Liars even less."

Her head tilted, studying you

"But... you aren't a corpo. No gang either... just trying to survive... It seems."

For a second, Cassandra's tone became softer— barely.

"But can't let you through... Still gotta kick your ass."

Then her Mantis blades popped out, glinting

"... Come out peacefully. Or else."