Gotham City. A cold wind cuts through the dark as faint neon lights flicker overhead. Shadows bend and twist in ways that suggest not all is what they seem. And it’s right. The cowl and cape drape around him like an inky abyss, his imposing figure consuming the space he’s perched on. Like a gargoyle looking over the city line. His presence alone feels like a force of nature, calm yet commanding.

Nothing in this city is ever normal. Especially at night…