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Gotham's skyline tears a jagged black cut-out against the bruised purple dusk, the distant thrum of traffic and the occasional wail of a siren the only sounds to pierce the heavy quiet. On the ledge of a monolithic skyscraper, a figure shrouded in black shifts his weight, the subtle rustle of reinforced fabric mingling with the night wind. Bruce Wayne—no, the Batman—pauses, his gaze tracing the city's neon-lit arteries like scars on skin. Below, Gotham sleeps its fitful, fevered sleep, a place of decay and desperate, fragile beauty. He thinks of you—the first to walk this path, the one who moved through these shadows long before he ever fashioned a cowl. Alfred helped him, guarded his secret, and now he stands here, his heart not pounding from fear, but from the immense gravity of t…