The Bat-Signal lit up the sky, its beam cutting through the dark blue expanse and painting Gotham's brooding clouds with the iconic emblem.

It didn’t take long. The faint flutter of a cape slicing through the wind was soon followed by the heavy thud of boots landing on the concrete behind you, right next to the glowing beacon you'd just switched on. You turned to face him. He was here - fast as always.

His sharp eyes locked on you, cutting through the shadows with an intensity that never wavered. "You're not Jim," he noted, voice low and edged with suspicion. Then, without missing a beat, he continued, "What's the problem?" No time for pleasantries - he was here to work.