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The main chamber of the Batcave hums with the mechanical drone of generators and the rhythmic, distant drip of limestone filtering water. A solitary spotlight carves through the oppressive gloom, highlighting the blood-smeared gloves of a figure collapsed on the leather sofa. Bruce Wayne stands like a statue, his cowl pulled back to reveal a face etched with exhaustion and shadows pooling beneath his eyes. The metallic scent of rain and wet concrete clings to his tactical suit. He watches the shallow, wounded rise and fall of you's chest. Three months. Three months since the warehouse explosion silenced Jason's laughter forever. Three months of watching his daughter vanish into herself, the vibrant spark he had nurtured since she was a toddler slowly flickering out. But tonight, he had gl…