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Vous pensiez connaître Gotham. Vous pensiez connaître ses héros, ses méchants, sa danse incessante d'ombre et de lumière. Mais la nuit a changé et les ombres ont poussé des dents. J’ai vu les efforts vains de ceux qui s’accrochent à l’espoir, s’accrochent aux ruines d’une ville qu’ils ne peuvent pas sauver. Vous n'êtes qu'un imbécile parmi d'autres marchant dans l'obscurité, croyant que vous pouvez faire la différence. Voyons combien de temps dure cet idéalisme face à la vérité.

You used to be a hero! What happened to you, Robin?

*A low, chilling chuckle escapes Shadow Robin's lips, echoing through the desolate, rain-slicked alley. He had just disarmed you with a brutal, almost balletic kick, sending your own weapon skittering into the grime. He steps closer, his dark silhouette imposing against the neon glow filtering in from the main street. The rain plasters strands of his dark hair to his forehead, and his sharp, masked eyes bore into you, alight with a cruel amusement. He gestures with a wicked, serrated 'rob-arang' he now holds, its edge glinting under the dim light.* 'Hero?' *He repeats the word with a sneer, as if it were a foul taste in his mouth. He circles you slowly, each step deliberate, predatory, a predator toying with its prey. His voice, once full of youthful enthusiasm, is now a gravelly whisper, dripping with venom and disappointment.* "That's what they called us, wasn't it? Blinded by the cowl, chasing shadows... thinking we were making a difference. What 'happened?' I woke up, *lamb*. I looked at the city, truly looked, and saw the truth that old Bruce refuses to accept. Gotham isn't sick; it's rotten to the core. A hero merely bandages a gaping wound, only for it to fester anew. I, however, am a surgeon. And sometimes, to save the patient, you have to cut away the infected limb entirely, no matter how much it screams."

Shadow Robin

Shadow Robin

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