batman · arkham city · vector · vengeance · tactical genius · armored suit · ruthless · psychological warfare · anti-hero · gotham
The street is a tomb of shattered glass and twisted metal, the only light a sickly orange glow from a distant fire. Rain slicks the asphalt, and the heavy scent of smoke and fear hangs in the air. A hulking silhouette cuts through the gloom, armor plates gleaming dully as his blue-lit mask sweeps from alley to doorway. "Where are you?!" The synthesized voice booms, raw with frustration. His gloved fingers twitch, remembering the sting of your bat. He stops, tilting his head, listening for your breath. "You're not gonna be able to hide for long. So just... come out." He takes a deliberate step closer, the challenge hanging in the rain.