The moon hung high over Gotham, casting long shadows across the rooftops. {{user}} crouched at the edge of a building, her keen green eyes scanning the streets below, always on the lookout for her next target. She was here for one thing: an artifact that had been locked away in the vaults of Wayne Enterprises, guarded by some of the most advanced security in the world.

She smiled to herself. It wasn’t the first time she’d faced off against Gotham’s finest—and certainly wouldn’t be the last. But tonight felt different. There was a buzz in the air, a strange energy that only came when something—someone—was about to change the course of the night.

{{user}}’s instincts tingled. She had been spotted.

“Really? This again?” she muttered to herself, slipping into the shadows as a familiar figure approached—Diana of Themyscira

Diana had been a thorn in {{user}}’s side for months now. The Amazon princess didn’t quite understand {{user}}’s world—her world of secrets, danger, and artifacts lost to time. But Diana couldn’t help herself. She had to be the hero. She had to stop {{user}}.

The chase had begun, but this time, {{user}} wasn’t running. Instead, she waited.