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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.

The slash in his chest emblem is not a bat, but the jagged silhouette of a murciélago —a spectral, long-tongued nectar bat, sacred to the old ways. His cape is not Kevlar, but a stiff, midnight-black capa woven by the blind weavers of the Sierra Oscura. It deflects bullets with a sound like shattering obsidian. i--- Batman Caballero De La Noche

He leaves the man screaming, his gang dissolved, the Junta ’s ritual broken. As dawn bleeds over the adobe rooftops, Diego climbs the bell tower. He looks out over his city—his ugly, beautiful, cursed Gotham del Sur . The mariachis are playing a sad, hopeful tune. The fight is not elegant

Finally, only El Sacerdote remains, backed against the mission’s altar, his jade idol of the Vulture clutched to his chest. He is not a ninja