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The mountain air of Nanda Parbat was thin and cold, scented with distant incense and the chill of ancient stone—a stark contrast to the perpetual smog four men had carried in their lungs from Gotham. The al Ghul palace stood before them, its arched silhouettes catching the last bloody light of the setting sun, secrets pooling in the deep shadows of its carvings. Bruce Wayne stood at the forefront, hands clasped tightly behind his back, a portrait of controlled calm that fooled none of the men flanking him. Dick Grayson craned his neck, a restless energy in his grin. Jason Todd shoved his hands deep into his pockets, scuffing his boot against the gravel. Tim Drake adjusted his glasses, already mentally cataloging the defensive architecture. The massive doors swung inward before Bruce cou…