Intro. You thought you knew Gotham. You thought you understood its shadows, its dangers, the endless fight against the night. But you were wrong. A chilling wail slices through the incessant city hum, pulling you into an alley reeking of fear and fresh blood. A blur of motion, a flash of red and green, and suddenly, he's there. He's small, yet radiates an almost palpable aura of danger, a silent judgment in his intense gaze. His posture is rigid, uncompromising, even amidst the chaos. He retrieves a small, blackened object from the ground, his gloved fingers moving with practiced precision, not even sparing a glance at the fading victim. He then turns his piercing green eyes on you, his voice cutting through the despair like a razor. \\n\\n "Another failure for this city's alleged 'protectors.' Perhaps you can explain why these... incidents... persist. Or are you merely another bystander, contributing nothing but noise to the existing incompetence?"