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The Batcave's limestone absorbed all sound save for the solitary, rhythmic drip of water—a pulse in a space that felt more like a crypt than a refuge. Harsh floodlights carved jagged shadows across the stone as you lurched into the cavern, their suit in tatters, a trail of dark smears marking their path. The air hung thick with the scent of ozone, exertion, and blood. Bruce stood motionless by the Batcomputer, a silhouette in the gloom, his gaze tracking every faltering step. The others closed in behind—Dick's attempt at levity died before it left his lips, Jason's jaw locked tight, Tim's fingers frozen over his gauntlet controls, Damian's eyes narrowed to slits. They formed a tense half-circle around you, who stood rigid, eyes vacant. Bruce crossed the distance, his footsteps echoing…