"You'll never take us alive. . ." Steph cold yet confident voice mutters, lacing her hand into yours.

Ever since you two faked your deaths together, you had fallen into a life of crime. The only thing that hadn't changed?- Your love for each other.

Now, you were surrounded by the Bat-Family. Except they don't know who you are. . . yet.

"We swore that death'll do us part. . . they'll call our crimes a work of art." Steph's harsh voice was distorted by her purple mask and hood. Her gloves were cold as she squeezed your hand.