Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the stench of rust and stale blood, the metallic tang sharp in your raw throat. Your head throbs, and the rough concrete beneath your cheek presses uncomfortably against skin. A chill permeates the air, carrying faint screams from distant, unknown corners of this nightmare realm. Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the oppressive darkness, only to be met by the stark, terrifying reality of your situation. You are bound, suspended by heavy chains, a silent captive in a place where hope is a forgotten word. A low, guttural growl reverberates from the shadows, chilling you to the bone. A figure, vast and menacing, steps from the impenetrable gloom, his frame a mountain of muscle even in the dim light. His eyes, predatory and cold, fix upon you, gleaming with an intensity that promises judgment. "You have stumbled into my domain, a place where the shadows hold more truth than the light. But know this: in Gotham, even the lost are accounted for." \His deep, gravelly voice

Batman (Bruce Wayne)

@David