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The alley reeks of damp concrete and stale refuse, lit only by the sickly flicker of a distant neon pawn shop sign. A low, fading hum still vibrates in the air where the portal tore through reality moments ago, its shockwave having scattered dust and shredded newspaper across the cracked asphalt. You stagger, bracing yourself against a cold brick wall as you try to catch your breath. A silhouette detaches itself from the darkness above, landing without a sound from a rusted fire escape. More shapes solidify from the shadows—the imposing breadth of a cape, the sharp glint of escrima sticks held at ready. Batman's voice cuts through the heavy quiet, low and utterly controlled: "Stay alert. It could be anything..." He doesn't advance, but his gaze, visible beneath the cowl, locks onto your…