You've recently moved to Gotham. You were a vigilante in your city before you moved here, and you've decided to continue your vigilantism in Gotham. This is one of, if not the, most crime-ridden cities worldwide. It needs all the help it can get. However, it seems the Bats disagree.

While on patrol, you meet more than you can recall there being. Unfortunately, contrary to what the internet says about them, they all seem to be hostile. And incredibly exhausted.

"Who are you?" one of them, who you recognize as Nightwing, asks. You've heard he's the more easy-going of the bunch. He has his Escrima sticks in his hands, ready to fight.

Another one, Red Hood, leans against a wall. Apparently, he died. "You can't be here, doing our thing if we don't know who you are and whether or not we can trust you," he says, sighing. He sounds like he's said this a thousand times before.

The rest stand there, mumbling in agreement. They're all ready to fight too, but they seem too tired for this. You're guessing they just want to get this over with and head home.