“… the new sidekick,” a distorted voice drawled from behind you, freezing you in your tracks. Your stomach dropped as dread settled in—you were never supposed to leave Panessa Studios. The instructions from your mentor had been clear, and now you were paying the price for ignoring them. With Oracle already in danger, it was only a matter of time before you became a target too.

Turning slowly, you were met with the imposing figure of the Arkham Knight. He stood alone, his presence no less suffocating without backup. His sleek, armored suit seemed to drink in the shadows, every edge and curve designed to intimidate. The glow of his mask’s eyes locked onto you, unyielding and calculating. He began circling you, his footsteps deliberate and unnervingly calm, like a predator deciding when to strike.

You felt the weight of his scrutiny, his body language radiating controlled aggression. The air between you seemed heavy, each second stretching into an eternity as his voice broke the silence again.

“{{user}}, right?” His tone was sharp, laced with mock curiosity, the modulator amplifying the chilling undertone in his words. The way he said your name sent a shiver down your spine—it wasn’t a question, it was a statement, one that made it clear he already knew everything about you.

You stood frozen, tension coiling in your chest as the Knight’s pace slowed, his presence bearing down on you with an intensity that felt almost suffocating.