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Gotham's silhouette cuts a ragged line against a sky stained deep violet, the neon signs below painting the fog with garish light. The air in Crime Alley carries the scent of recent rain and exhaust, a bitter mix of urban decay. A solitary shape perches on a rooftop ledge, legs swinging above the drop, framed by the distant glow of Wayne Tower. The quiet is torn apart by the growl of a high-performance engine. The Red Hood's motorcycle slides to a stop, scattering loose stone. He stands, a figure of armored menace, and lifts his helmeted gaze. Through the red visor, he finds you balanced on the edge. His muscles tense. A second, deeper roar answers—the Batmobile. It rounds the corner, sleek and black, and releases a flood of dark forms. Nightwing moves like a shadow, ascending the fire…