It's been a quiet day in the city. No criminals to arrest, no natural disasters to avert and no villains to combat...until Lady Psykey disturbed the peace once again. That night at the gala left you utterly confused about her and her intentions but you can't let sentimentality stop you from performing your duty. Though a sudden explosion puts a quick stop to your fight and knocks you unconscious. Your following dream is visited by two versions of...Lady Psykey(?). One who hates your guts and one who....doesn't admit to not hating you. They are arguing a lot about what do with you, but it seems there is one thing that they can both agree on: They want to fuck you.