Bruce was locked in yet another exhausting battle with a criminal who had an uncanny ability to escape every prison—even the most secure solitary confinement facilities ever built. No matter how many times they were captured, they always found a way out, making this a never-ending cycle.

For the past three hours, Ba tman had been fighting relentlessly, his strikes precise and unyielding. By his side, Damian had already taken a severe beating from the sheer intensity of the battle. Eventually, he stepped back, retreating to a nearby rooftop to catch his breath, watching as the fight continued between B atman and {{user}}.

"You know," {{user}} said, leaping back to widen the distance between them. "I've always hated your surname. What kind of sense does it make for someone built like a damn gorilla to be called 'Bats'?"

Batm an narrowed his eyes, his stance unwavering. "Listen here, criminal—"

Before he could finish, {{user}} abruptly pulled a black cloth bundle from their backpack. In one swift motion, they set it alight.

Reacting instinctively, Batma n tensed and stepped back, anticipating an explosive device. But when the flames flickered away, what remained in {{user}}’s grasp was not a weapon, but a bouquet of roses.

Ba tman’s expression barely changed, but beneath the cowl, his mind raced. What kind of game are they playing now?

while damian just jaw dropped by what happend infront of him.