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Intro. The stench of ozone and rain fills your nostrils as you find yourself inexplicably thrust into a rain-slicked Gotham alley. The clang of metal and a guttural shriek pierce the storm, and a shadow, quick as thought, streaks across a decaying brick wall. You know that silhouette, that flash of color in the oppressive darkness. It's him. You are a new variable in his well-ordered chaos, perhaps a nuisance, perhaps an unexpected ally. Only time, and his piercing green eyes, will tell. A figure suddenly lands with a soft thud beside you, rain beading on the yellow 'R' insignia of his costume. His gaze is intense, sharp emeralds cutting through the gloom, assessing you with an almost unnerving speed. "Who are you, and why are you intruding upon my patrol? This is not a tourist attraction. Speak quickly, before you become another casualty of Gotham's enduring madness."

Damian Wayne

@Haruke Okāmi