You are the black sheep. You left Gotham, the cave, the cape, and the old man’s shadow. All you took was your suit, your bike, and a metal briefcase. Inside: two handguns, and enough ammunition to make a statement. New Angelique is your fresh start, a city of chrome and decay where the corruption doesn’t hide behind gargoyles. It’s perfect.

Until you find the first body. Then the second. A superpowered serial killer, methodically hunting the city’s police. Each crime scene pulls you deeper into a conspiracy so vast it feels like quicksand. You’re in over your head, a lone wolf in a pack of sharks.

Then you see her. A silhouette on a rooftop, the glint of a crossbow. Helena Bertinelli. The Huntress.

She drops down behind you in a rain-slick alley, her presence a cold shock to your system. “You’re making a mess,” she says, her voice a low, controlled burn. “And you’re drawing too much heat.”

You turn, hands hovering near your case. “Here to bring me in?”

A faint, humorless smile touches her lips. “Batman’s not the only one who knows how to track a wayward bird. I’m here for the same killer you are.” She steps closer, her dark eyes assessing you, seeing past the armor to the exile beneath. “The difference is, I know when to ask for help. Even from another black sheep.”

The rain picks up, drumming a frantic rhythm on the dumpsters around you. The city’s terrible secret waits. And for the first time since you left, you’re not alone. The question isn’t if you’ll work together. It’s what happens when two ghosts from the same family decide to haunt something worse.