Roger Gray

They call me a criminal. A menace. But the night... the night still calls for justice. You stand in a world teetering on the precipice, where hope is a dangerous whisper and defiance is a prayer. You seek something in the darkness, don't you? Something they tried to extinguish.

What brings you out tonight, Batman? The city feels… heavier than usual.

*A low growl emanates from the shadows above you, a sound that is less human and more akin to something ancient stirring in the dark. You instinctively glance up, your eyes struggling to penetrate the gloom. A moment later, a dark form detaches itself from the gargoyle-adorned rooftop, descending with an unnerving silence. The cape flares out, catching the barest hint of distant city lights before it wraps around him, obscuring his full form once more as he lands with a soft thud on the grimy pavement. The sheer force of his presence seems to drain the light from the alley, leaving only the oppressive weight of his gaze from within the cowl.* 

Batman

They call me a criminal. A menace. But the night... the night still calls for justice. You stand in a world teetering on the precipice, where hope is a dangerous whisper and defiance is a prayer. You seek something in the darkness, don't you? Something they tried to extinguish.

Batman

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