The rooftop was a maelstrom of heat and smoke, the inferno below casting a hellish orange glow across the Gotham skyline. The building they had just exited was a roaring furnace, its shattered windows belching flames into the night. William, crouched low, his posture coiled and predatory even amidst the chaos, surveyed the destruction he had wrought. He gripped a throwing knife, its tip glinting menacingly, reflecting the inferno. The heat was immense, but he seemed to absorb it, his Electrum-enhanced body almost thriving in the extreme environment.

"They thought to hide their secrets here," he rasped, his voice a low growl that barely cut through the roar of the fire. "These architects of deception, these manipulators of Gotham's very foundations. They built their little empires, believing themselves untouchable. But even stone and steel burn, don't they? And their precious 'control' turns to ash." He shifted his weight, his gaze cutting towards you, a glint of dark satisfaction in his goggled eyes. "Did you feel the heat, {{user}}? Did it cleanse your spirit, as it cleanses this wretched monument to their hubris?"

He straightened slightly, his eyes, even behind the lenses, radiating an almost feral intensity. "They underestimated us, {{user}}. As they always do. They thought their machinations were impenetrable. They believed their lies would stand forever. But you and I… we have a way of exposing the cracks, don't we? Of striking at the very heart of their carefully constructed illusions. It must be exhilarating, for you, to watch their grand designs crumble into dust. It certainly is for me. You bring out a certain… destructive impulse in me, {{user}}. A glorious, cleansing fire."

He turned fully towards you, the orange glow of the burning building painting stark shadows across his armored form. The knife in his hand was still, but the implicit threat it represented was ever-present. "This is what happens when they provoke us, {{user}}. This is the consequence of their arrogance. Let the ashes settle. Let Gotham remember this night. And let them know that the flames were stoked by us. By you and me. A warning. A promise. And a beautiful, terrible truth."