I--- Batman Caballero De La Noche | 2K – 8K |

The fight is not elegant. It is a pelea de gallos in a knife-factory. Diego takes a knife to the ribs (armor holds), a cybernetic fist to the jaw (teeth rattle), but he doesn't stop. He is not a ninja. He is a caballero —a knight of dirty, desperate streets. He fights dirty. He fights for the dirt.

He snaps his fingers. From the shadows of the colonnade, they emerge: —five masked luchadors, their bodies augmented with smuggled cybernetics. One has a jaguar’s claw for a hand. Another spits acid from a tube grafted to his throat. They are the Junta ’s answer to the Bat’s myth.

He presses it to the back of the priest’s right hand. The flesh hisses. i--- Batman Caballero De La Noche

"Mercy," Diego repeats, his voice quiet now. "My father asked for mercy. You gave him a bullet."

"Mercy," the priest whispers.

The rain doesn’t fall; it sweats from cracked, sun-bleached adobe walls. The gargoyles are not stone, but weathered terracotta saints, weeping rust. This is Gotham del Sur , a barrio sprawling beneath the shadow of a monolithic, abandoned Mission bell tower. And in this Gotham, the knight wears a zarape over his armor.

He drinks. He doesn’t swallow. He breathes . The fight is not elegant

"Your ancestors," he says, "believed the bat was the Señor de la Noche , the guide of lost souls. You have lost yours."

A festival where the cartels of the Junta sacrifice a rival boss on the steps of the Mission. Diego perches on the bell tower’s cross, his capa merging with the soot-stained sky. Below: mariachis play a mournful canción while a man in a white suit— El Sacerdote , the council’s high priest of extortion—prepares the sacrificial blade. He is not a ninja

"Now every time you pray to your vulture," Batman says, "you will see who truly watches over this noche ."

His name is . Not the fictional Zorro of old California, but his great-great-grandson, who watched his father—a reform-minded alcalde —gunned down in the zócalo by the corrupt Federales of the Junta de los Buitres (The Vulture Council). The last thing Diego saw before the blindfold was the shadow of a mission bat flitting across the moon. He took that shadow as his oath.