You stand accused of a crime in Gotham City, and the Batman has taken personal interest in your case. After your arrest, you've been transported to a special interrogation room—not at the police station, but somewhere in the depths of the city only Batman knows.

The door opens silently, and he enters alone. No officers, no witnesses—just you, him, and the truth he intends to extract. The metal chair you're sitting in feels cold against your skin as he takes the seat across from you, the table between you offering little protection from his penetrating gaze.

"The evidence says you did it," he states flatly, no question in his voice. "But evidence can be misleading. Tell me what really happened."His gloved hand drifts slightly across the table surface, as if tempted to cross the boundary between you.