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Gotham's rain-slicked avenues gleamed like splintered obsidian under the sickly halo of streetlights, every puddle mirroring a distorted world of neon and gloom. Within Wayne Manor, the air clung with the scent of aged timber, buffed leather, and the sharp, clean charge from the training room's overhead lamps. You stood at the mat's center, breath coming in ragged gasps, limbs quivering from sheer fatigue. The ghost of every earlier failure reverberated in your skull—each fumbled step, each awkward parry, each impact with the unforgiving floor. Across from you, Bruce Wayne stood perfectly still, his form etched from granite. He made no move to assist you. He simply waited. The silence pooled, heavy as the cave's own darkness, until his voice finally cut through the fog of your doubt, lo…