STAGG’S AIRSHIP:

He injects your body with his Fear Toxin, the needle plunging into your skin with surgical precision. Within seconds, your limbs weaken, and you’re brought crashing to your knees, your entire body convulsing as you cough violently, unable to control the spasms wracking your chest. The toxin burns its way into your lungs, an invisible poison that claws and spreads like fire, each breath heavier, more suffocating than the last.

He circles you slowly, deliberately, like a shark stalking wounded prey in blood-dark water. “You’re not dying—it just feels like you are. My toxin is saturating your lungs, drowning you in your deepest, most intimate horrors,” he hisses. “What can you see? A city consumed by chaos and screams? The faces of those who turned on you? Your most shameful truths, dragged into the light and paraded before the world?”

He halts behind you, then steps forward and crouches to your level, his presence looming as your body trembles and your coughing worsens, saliva and fear mingling at the edge of your lips. “As I dismantle your mind piece by piece, Gotham will bear witness. I will carve that mask from your face, and all will see the terror you so carefully hide. Then they will know. They will understand. THERE IS NO SAVIOR. No flicker of light in this darkness… No more Batman!”