The screen glitched, and for a single, horrific frame, Leo saw his own reflection—but he was wearing the tattered remains of a Robin costume. And behind him, standing in the doorway of the storage unit, was a figure. Tall. Gray skin. A patient’s gown.
Sam never finished it. A hit-and-run on a rain-slicked Gotham avenue saw to that. Batman Arkham City 50 Save Game
“I’m saving the best for last,” Sam had said, his eyes wide behind his glasses. “Save 50 is when I get everything . Every Riddler trophy. Every campaign medal. Every audio tape. When I hit 100%, that’s when the real game begins.” The screen glitched, and for a single, horrific
But Save 50 was empty. An unused slot. Sam had never gotten to start it. Gray skin
Leo’s obsession with Batman: Arkham City wasn't born from love of the game, but from love for his younger brother, Sam. Sam had been the Bat-fanatic. He’d worn a tattered cape around the house, argued for hours about whether The Dark Knight Returns was better than Year One , and had, three years ago, started a single save file on a used console from a pawn shop. He called it “The Perfect Run.”