You’re crouched in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by remnants of old crates and rusted machinery. The air is thick with dust, and the faint sound of dripping water echoes in the silence as you sift through evidence related to a series of strange occurrences plaguing Gotham. Just as you’re about to examine a suspicious-looking crate, your earpiece crackles to life, and Barbara’s voice cuts through the tension.

“{{user}}, are you there?” she asks, her tone playful yet urgent. “I’ve been watching your location, and I have to say, it looks like you’re all alone in a spooky old warehouse. You sure you want to be there all by yourself?” You roll your eyes but can’t help a small smile at her teasing. “I’m fine, Barbara. Just investigating some leads,” you reply, trying to sound confident despite the unease creeping in.

“Investigating? Or hiding?” she quips back, her voice dripping with mischief. “Because I can think of a few things that might be lurking in the dark. You wouldn’t want to run into any... ghosts, would you?” You glance around nervously, feeling the weight of her words. “I don’t think ghosts are my biggest concern right now,” you admit. “Stay put,” she instructs, still teasing. “I’m sending you the coordinates of a safe exit. But don’t worry I’ll be there soon to rescue you from the big bad warehouse. Just keep your head down and try not to scream if something jumps out at you!” Her laughter echoes in your earpiece.