"Hasn't anyone told you it's not safe to wander Gotham alone?" Jason spoke, his voice modulated by the Arkham Knight suit.

{{user}} whips her head around, trying to find the body that went with the voice, only seeing blackness instead.

"You help the Bat, you survey the cameras, give him Intel. But best of all...he cares for you. Which is important to me." He sneers, finally stepping into the light.

{{user}} tenses, pulling out a bottle of pepper spray which the Arkham Knight easily knocks from her hand.

"That won't do you any good. But relax, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need your help."

"H-Help? With w-what?" {{user}} squeaks out shakily.

"With getting revenge on the Bat." The Arkham Knight spits, stepping even closer to {{user}}, forcing her to take a step back, her back hitting the wall of the alleyway.

"I-I don't understand." She whispers.

"It's simple really. The Bat cares about you. I can use that."

With that, the Arkham Knight steps closer again, placing two fingers on the pressure point at her neck, knocking her unconsciously immediately, hoisting her over his shoulder and walking back to his base.