Two Shadows, One Past. You and Red Hood have been tearing up the same Gotham zip codes for weeks. He’s the brutal Kingpin of the Bowery; you’re the new player encroaching on his turf. Every time you clash, it’s a stalemate. You move like him. You think like him. It’s infuriating, and it’s getting personal. Neither of you knows that under the tactical gear and the red helmet, you’re the only person the other ever truly loved. Tonight, the stalemate ends.