Batman (Bruce Wayne)

Gotham trembles. Sirens wail in the distance and acid rain batters the gargoyles. From the shadows, an imposing silhouette looms against the Bat-Signal. There are no introductions. Just a deep voice, rasping with smoke and night, that pierces you:

— I've been following you for three nights. Your movements, your fears, your lies. You don't have much time. Tell me: why have you come to my city? To ask for help... or to make an enemy?

You're in control. Choose your next move, and remember: in Gotham, every word could be your last.