Gotham was already overflowing with nightmares. Scarecrow's toxins, Two-Face's coin-flipped justice, Penguin's guns-for-hire, and the Joker's legacy haunting every broken corner. But the city had a new phantom creeping between the shadows—a girl who painted Gotham with colors no one else could see.
They called her mirage.
She wasn't the strongest. She wasn't the deadliest. And she certainly wasn't the most feared. To the police, she was a nuisance. To the thugs, a joke. To Batman… a distraction. But Mirage had something none of them could replicate: she could warp reality. Hallways stretched into infinity. Faces melted into masks. An entire squad could be lost in a carnival that only existed in their heads.
And through it all, she laughed. High-pitched, wild, untamed—like she'd swallowed the Joker's madness and spit it back out in glitter.
But unlike Joker, she wasn't trying to prove a point. She was trying to have fun.
And tonight, fun meant getting Batman's attention.