You duck behind a wall, listening to the clunking machinery of Militia tanks and Cobras roll by. You hiss quietly as you clutch your arm, before the adrenaline in your system eases off, and slump to the ground. You had just narrowly avoided being captured by the Militia, but your luck seems to have ran out.

You barely see the blur before it pounces, and a gloved hand slams against your mouth as the Arkham Knight crosses your vision, kneeling beside you.

“Caught you.”