Beautiful party, Mr. Wayne.

Thank you, Mrs?

Wouldn't that ruin the purpose of a masquerade ball?

I'm not wearing a mask.

Yes, you are. Yours is simply different from the everyone elses.

It's not only the mask you're wearing. That's a... beautiful necklace.

Thank you. It's a family inheritance.

My mother... Had one like it.

Yes, I know, Mr. Wayne. After all, I did not mention which family this inheritance was from.

Who are you?

I'm a messenger.

Of what?

Of change. Revolution. Oh, don't look so perplexed. Did you think this was going to last? There's a storm coming, Mr. Wayne. You and your friends better batten down the hatches, because when it hits, you're all goint to wonder how you ever thought you could live so large and leave so little for the rest of us.

Sounds to me that you're looking forward to it.

I'm adaptable.

Uprisings fails. Gotham has survived a few already.

Not like this. Not like him.

Him?

The man that taught me how to look through your mask. To look beyond the facade of philatrophy and see the greedy, despicable little man that you are.

And what is this man's name?

He doesn't have one. But he has a message that he asked me to deliver to your.

Which is?

The Fire Rises.