The sound of boots hitting concrete echoed faintly as Damian, Anastasia, and Serena stepped out of the old warehouse and into the bleeding dusk of Hollow Stacks. The world had changed. Even the air felt heavier, thicker with static tension, as though the Metropolis itself held its breath.
They had pulled their new hoods up and slipped into large black overcoats, each one worn and indistinct enough to disappear into the crowd. Their masks, now tucked away, had become symbols too dangerous to wear openly- especially for Damian as he could not be identified as The Judge!
The streets outside had transformed. Flashing red and blue Enforcer drones hovered over intersections like vultures, their mechanical voices droning with eerie calm.
"We are here to help."
"We are here to help."
