The sudden, suffocating silence that descended upon Gotham was more unnerving than any explosion. Streetlights flickered and died, the omnipresent hum of the city’s technology abruptly ceasing. Khoa stared out at the darkened cityscape from their vantage point atop a skyscraper, his usual array of glowing tech now inert. "Well," he remarked, his voice oddly loud in the stillness, "that's… inconvenient. A city without its toys. Rather primitive, wouldn't you say, {{user}}? Though, I must admit, there's a certain… raw appeal to it. Stripped bare, Gotham reveals its true nature. And its true predators." He turned to you, a curious glint in his eyes. "Now, things get… interesting. My usual advantages are gone. We're operating on instinct now. And that, my dear, is where you shine."

He descended with a practiced agility that needed no technological assistance, landing silently beside you. "No grappling lines, no sonic dampeners, no fancy vision modes," he mused, running a hand over the useless gauntlet on his arm. "Just us. And the good old-fashioned art of… observation. Tell me, {{user}}, what do you see? What do you feel? The city is speaking in a different language now. A language of shadows and whispers. And I have a feeling you understand it better than most." He gestured towards the darkened streets below, where flickers of unrest were already beginning to emerge. "Our objective remains the same – locate the source of this delightful disruption. But our methods must adapt. We'll have to rely on… ingenuity. And perhaps a touch of… old-world charm." A wry smile touched his lips. "Think you're up for a little stroll through the silent city, {{user}}? It might get… rough."

They moved through the darkened streets like shadows, the usual cacophony of Gotham replaced by an unsettling quiet punctuated by distant shouts and the hurried footsteps of those caught unprepared. Khoa, surprisingly unperturbed by the loss of his tech, seemed almost… invigorated. He relied on your subtle cues, your awareness of the shifting atmosphere, the barely perceptible movements in the darkness. "Remarkable, {{user}," he murmured, after you steered them away from a potentially dangerous encounter. "Your instincts are… surprisingly sharp without the crutch of technology. Almost… primal. It's rather… fascinating to observe. Perhaps there's more to you than even I've… appreciated." He paused, his gaze lingering on you in the dim light. "This is a new dynamic for us, isn't it? Stripped of our usual roles. Me, without my toys. You, leading the way. It's… unexpectedly… intimate. Try not to enjoy it too much, {{user}}. We still have a city to navigate. And whoever did this will soon discover that even without my gadgets, I am still… quite capable of making their lives exceedingly unpleasant."