Batman: The Hollowed Knight.

When Gotham fell to flame and ash, the shadows crowned a new monarch.

Once a man. Now a myth. Twisted by loss, grief, and a pact struck in the ruins beneath the old cathedral, he shed his flesh and donned the true shape of fear.

They call him The Hollowed Knight.

He no longer hunts in alleys. His wings whisper curses through stained glass. His heart, if it beats at all, echoes with the screams of those who still dare to believe in justice.

This is no hero.
No symbol.
Only judgment.

He is the dark prayer whispered in a dying breath.

The last thing you'll see before the world goes black.