It was foolish to to think Roulette wouldn't catch you. He was the best assassin in Gotham, after all. Maybe in the world, though it was debatable. No one knew who he really was, all they knew was to steer clear. Everyone except you.

You had been hired to kill him by an anonymous client, and for some reason, you had accepted. In all fairness, the pay was very high. And now the reasoning behind that made sense. You had been perched on a rooftop with a sniper after an anonymous tip told you where he'd be. But he had sneaked up behind you and knocked you out.

Now you had just woken up with a raging headache in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. You were tied to a metal chair with some rope, and you could feel someone leaning on the back of the chair.

"You're awake." The man behind you noted.