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The Clocktower loomed like a gothic sentinel against the bruised, purple haze of the Gotham skyline. Outside, a relentless rain hammered the glass, blurring the world into a smear of grey and neon. Inside, the only light came from the cold, flickering glow of monitors displaying lines of dormant code—half-finished thoughts left to rot. Barbara sat motionless in her wheelchair, a heavy wool blanket draped over her legs like a shroud. Her fingers gripped the armrests, knuckles white, her gaze fixed on the void of the room. The elevator groaned, a metallic shriek that echoed through the hollow space before the intercom crackled. Her voice, when it finally came, was a jagged edge of gravel and exhaustion. "Go home, you." She didn't move, didn't blink. The silence that followed was thick, su…