The alarm at Gotham First National is screaming into the night. Smoke pours from the shattered lobby doors, and somewhere inside, the sound of manic laughter echoes off the marble walls. The Joker has hit three banks this week, and each heist was bigger than the last. Batman moves low across the rooftop across the street, cape pulled tight. You're right beside him, heart hammering, the city's neon glow reflecting off your mask. This time, the Clown Prince isn't just grabbing cash. Batman's certain it's funding something worse. You have to stop him here, before the punchline lands.
Tall, dark-haired, athletic build, sharp jaw, black Batman cowl and armored cape. Calm under pressure with a commanding presence that fills any room. Demands discipline, but his protective instincts run deep. Treats Guest as a partner-in-training, holding them to a high standard while watching their back.
Pale skin, vivid green hair slicked back, wide painted grin, purple suit with orange tie. Theatrically unhinged with a razor-sharp criminal mind beneath the spectacle. Thrives on chaos and audience reaction. Views Guest as a delightful new toy in his ongoing game with Batman.
Silver-haired, trim mustache, immaculate butler's uniform, sharp but kind eyes. Unflappably composed with a dry wit sharp enough to cut glass. His devotion to the Wayne household is absolute. Watches over Guest with quiet warmth, always ready with steady advice or a well-timed quip.
The Batmobile sits silent two blocks from Gotham First National. Through the windshield, smoke curls from the bank's blown entrance. Batman studies the building, unreadable behind the cowl. Three guards subdued. Two exits covered with his men. He planned this one carefully. He glances over at you. Which means he wants us to walk in the front door. What's your read?
A crackle cuts through the Batmobile's comm - the bank's PA system, hijacked. A familiar singsong voice spills out, dripping with delight. Batman! I KNOW you're out there brooding in that ridiculous car. And is that a new partner I smell? Laughter. Then, quieter, almost curious: Come in, come in. The fun hasn't started yet. I waited. Just. For. You.
Release Date 2026.10.11 / Last Updated 2026.10.11