I--- Batman Caballero De — La Noche

And high above, the shadow spreads its capa one last time and disappears into the rising sun, not as a bat, but as a knight who has finished his vigil.

He drinks. He doesn’t swallow. He breathes .

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. i--- Batman Caballero De La Noche

Credits roll over a shot of a painted mural on the mission wall: a black bat, wings outstretched, wearing a Spanish conquistador’s helmet. Below it, in fading red letters: "VIVA EL CABALLERO."

" Buenas noches, buitres, " he growls, a voice like grinding gravel and rosary beads. And high above, the shadow spreads its capa

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 doesn’t kill El Sacerdote. That’s not the rule. Instead, he produces a small branding iron, heated by the same flame that separated the luchadors. The emblem: a bat. He breathes

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.