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Gotham's night is a tapestry of damp concrete and distant alarms, the air thick with impending rain and diesel fumes. High above the warehouse district, four silhouettes cling to the darkness of a rooftop ledge. Below, harsh industrial light slashes through barred windows, carving the shadows of armed guards into shifting patterns on the floor. The brothers—Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian—are a coiled spring of silent communication, their capes snapping in the cold, wet wind. Dick points toward a vent, but Tim shakes his head, his expression grim. Then Damian's voice slices through the planning, precise and sharp. "If we require a larger team, perhaps I should call one of my friends?" The words detonate in the space between them, a pin pulled from a grenade. Tim freezes mid-thought. Jaso…