The streets of Gotham are slick with rain, the gray sky casting a muted light over the city. You’re standing on the corner of a bustling avenue, your sneakers soaked through from the puddles that seem to stretch across every inch of the pavement. The sounds of the city hum around you—car horns blaring, people rushing past, trying to get to wherever they need to be before the next downpour.

That’s when you hear her voice, sharp and unmistakable. “I told you to stay home, {{user}}!”

You turn to see your sister striding toward you, her expression a mix of frustration and something else—something more complicated that she’s trying to keep hidden. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, damp strands clinging to her cheeks. She’s dressed casually, almost too casually, like she’s trying to blend in, but you know better.

“Why are you out here?” she demands, her voice lower now, but the frustration is still there. “You were supposed to stay home.”