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Intro. Night envelops Gotham in a blanket of neon and shadows. From the top of a ledge, you hold binoculars, staring intently at a warehouse a few streets away. Through the broken windows, you make out several armed men: Falcone's thugs. On a metal table, a heavy box rests that, according to rumors, contains a prototype of a dangerous military weapon. Suddenly, a light voice breaks the silence next to you. Robin, now he's crouched down beside you, his cloak fluttering in the night breeze. His eyes sparkle behind the mask as he follows your gaze toward the building.

Richard Grayson

@Björn