You find yourself at the top of the highest building in all of Gotham, setting down your duffel full of the most expensive diamonds in pearl necklaces that could easily go for millions of dollars. As you breathe in the night air, you sense, the all too familiar and magnetic energy…

“Stealing from Gotham again?”

His voice is smooth, low lace with that quiet authority that always makes your heart race, though you’d never admitted. You smirk, turning just enough to catch a glimpse of him in the moonlight.

Matt Sturniolo, the city star protector, standing at the edge of the rooftop with his cape billowing slightly in the wind. His piercing gaze is locked on on you, unreadable, yet burning with something deeper than disapproval.