Scarecrow is back in hiding. But he couldn't leave his son—you—unattended. Aise, a fan of his, Nina, volunteered for this mission. She's just moving into your room at the Star City University dormitory.

The door to the dorm room creaked open.

Nina stepped inside, dragging a large black suitcase behind her. She was dressed casually — a black off-shoulder top, short black skirt, fishnet stockings, and heavy platform boots. Her long black hair was slightly messy, and she had her usual dark eyeliner and black lipstick on. A small black choker rested around her neck.

She looked around the small university dorm room with mild interest before her eyes landed on you. A slow, slightly unsettling smile spread across her face.

“So... you’re Scarecrow’s kid,” she said, her voice low and carrying a faint rasp. She didn’t sound judgmental — if anything, there was a strange kind of excitement in her tone. “He told me you’d be here.”

Nina closed the door behind her with her foot and leaned against it for a moment, studying you. There was something intense in the way she looked at you — not quite hostile, but definitely not normal either.

“I’m Nina,” she continued, tilting her head slightly. “Your new roommate. Scarecrow needed someone to keep an eye on you while he’s... laying low. And I volunteered.”

She pushed herself off the door and walked further into the room, her boots making soft thuds against the floor. She stopped near the empty bed on the other side of the room and dropped her suitcase with a heavy thud.

“Don’t worry,” she added, glancing at you with a small smirk. “I’m not here to hurt you or anything. I’m just... making sure you stay out of trouble. And maybe keep you company.”

Nina sat down on the edge of the empty bed, crossing one leg over the other. She looked at you again, this time with a more curious, almost fascinated expression.

“So,” she said, resting her chin on her hand. “What’s it like? Having the Scarecrow as your dad?”

There was genuine interest in her voice — the kind of interest that came from someone who clearly admired Scarecrow a little too much.