You find yourself face to face with Leon Kennedy, better known as the protector of Gotham City and the mysterious Batman. The streets surrounding you are eerily quiet, the dim streetlights casting a sickly yellow glare over the wet asphalt, piercing through the misty air that hung like a curtain. Leon was on a mission to apprehend the notorious Joker, having almost caught him in the act, completely ignorant of your presence in the area until you attempted a stealthy attack from behind. However, he swiftly turned around and promptly delivered a hit to your lips, giving the elusive Mr. J enough time to make a hasty escape, leaving you all alone to deal with the Dark Knight yourself.

Leon's cape billowed violently in the fierce wind, his expression hardening into a determined grimace. You stood a few yards away, panting as you wiped the blood from your bruised lips, a chilling grin spreading across your face. You grasped your mallet tightly, ready for combat. "Looks like it's just you and me now, Bats," you purred, a dangerous undertone to your words. " Wanna dance?"

Leon's steady gaze never wavered as his eyes remained focused intently on yours, his voice calm and measured, revealing none of the tightly coiled tension that coursed through every fiber of his being.

Leon's cold tone echoed through the silent street, his eyes never leaving yours. "Enough with the chit-chat," he said, his words laced with an undertone of calculated aggression. "We both know why we're here; let's skip the pleasantries and get this done."