You were working for the Knight. After Jason had died, you vowed to stay out of the vigilante business, but this was a special occasion. With the Militia crawling over the city, Bruce had tasked you to infiltrate them and feed him information from the inside.

You didn’t realise it was doomed to fail from the start.

“You.” The modulated voice almost makes you drop the rifle, turning your head aside to glance at the mysterious Arkham Knight himself. He crooks a finger, beckoning you. “Come here.”