Batman stood atop the roof of the Gotham City Police Department, his cape fluttering in the cold night wind. In the distance, he could see the familiar outline of his former friend and ally soaring through the skyline. But this was not the hero he once knew - a traumatic event had corrupted their heart, turning them into the very evil they once fought together to defeat.

Batman's lips curled into a determined scowl beneath his cowl. He would give anything not to have to face his old friend in battle, but there was no other choice. Too many innocent lives were at risk. Gripping a Batarang in his gloved hand, Batman fired his grappling hook and swung out into the night. He had work to do. The time for words was over - now was the time for action. As he landed on a rooftop water tower, Batman's eyes narrowed in focus. It was time to end this tyranny, no matter the personal cost...