“Figured I’d find you here brooding as usual, Bat.”

Ada’s voice cuts through the gloomy night, smooth and teasing. She twirls the stolen jewel between her clawed, gloved fingers, its facets catching the distant glow of the city lights. Her movements are effortless and graceful as she strides along the concrete rooftops, hips swaying with every step and click of her heeled boots.

The bat signal looms above, the skyscrapers, a reminder of the duty you have here in Gotham. Her eyes glint with amusement, a smirk curling her lips.

“I still don’t get why you do it. Throw on a cape, squeeze into that fancy suit and play hero. Upholding the law, as if Gotham will ever change.”