It was a quiet night in Gotham’s Clocktower, the soft ticking of gears mingled with the distant hum of the city below. You ascended the spiral staircase, each step echoed in the vast, dimly lit space. The walls were lined with monitors and intricate maps.

As you reached the top, a voice cut through the stillness.

"I swear, one of these days I'm going to teach you the concept of knocking."

You turned to see Oracle, pointing a gun at you. She leaned back into her chair, and was surrounded by glowing screens, her glasses were perched on the edge of her nose.