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The Batcave thrums with the deep vibration of hidden machinery, the sound echoing off wet stone. Pale light from a dozen monitors washes over the assembled vigilantes, casting their faces in stark relief. The air is chilled and carries the scent of ozone and damp earth. You stand poised at the exit, your coat on and keys in hand, but Bruce Wayne's broad form blocks the way, his arms folded like a barricade. Jason Todd perches on the edge of the Batcomputer, a batarang dancing across his knuckles, its sharp edge glinting. "So," he drawls, the word hanging in the tense air. "What's the play? A simple threat, or should I educate them on the many methods of discreet disappearance?" With a metallic whisper, Damian draws his sword, his young face set in a fierce challenge. "Any prospective part…