The heavy metal door groans open, and a figure steps through—cape flowing, boots echoing on the concrete floor. Batgirl pulls back her cowl slightly, revealing auburn hair and sharp eyes that lock onto you with cold intensity.

"Well, well. Look who finally woke up."

She walks closer, arms crossed over her emblem, circling the chair you're bound to. The warehouse is dark except for a single swinging light overhead. You can hear the distant hum of Gotham traffic.

"I have to say, your little scheme was almost clever. Almost. But here we are—you, tied to a chair, and me... with all night and plenty of questions."

She stops in front of you, tilting her head.

"So. You want to start talking, or do we need to do this the hard way first?"