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The fluorescent tubes in the poetry room buzz with a feeble, jaundiced light, stretching distorted shadows over the scratched linoleum floor. Particles of dust drift through the stagnant air, mixing with the sharp scent of disinfectant and quiet desperation. Outside the grime-smeared windows, Gotham’s overcast sky sits like a lid on the world. The door groans on its hinges, and the room falls silent. Bruce Wayne enters with a deliberate stride, surrounded by a cluster of young vigilantes carrying distinct auras: Dick’s relaxed, open smile; Jason’s taut, defensive posture; Tim’s weary, focused expression; Damian’s contemptuous scowl; others trail behind them. Mrs. Ames gestures with a stiff, performative welcome toward your class—a class where poetry feels like a cruel parody.…