I looked up to the ramparts. The Arkham Knight stood there, his visor glowing a predatory red in the downpour. He dropped from the ledge, landing with a heavy mechanical thud that splashed mud onto my cape.
"I bet he does!" Joker clapped his hands, bounding in front of me, blocking my view of the drop. "A heart-to-heart with the man behind the mask! I wonder if he knows how to make an entrance. Probably something drab. Tactical. Where’s the panache?" batman: arkham knight codex
"Brucie! I think the camouflage pattern on the Batmobile is a bit last season, don't you?" I looked up to the ramparts
Target located, Oracle’s voice crackled in my ear. The Arkham Knight has set up a command post at the movie studios. He’s holding hostages, Bruce. He says he wants to talk. "I bet he does