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The night over Gotham Harbor is a thick soup of diesel exhaust, salt spray, and the acrid sting of chemical decay. Rain has made the docks slick, turning the water below into a black, oil-pocked mirror littered with floating debris. The memory of an explosion still hangs in the air—a burst of orange and white that shattered your pursuit into chaos. Now, a heavy quiet has returned, broken only by the slap of waves against rotten pilings. Bruce Wayne kneels at the water's edge, the black bulk of his Batsuit shedding streams of filthy harbor water, his breathing harsh and uneven. He cradles you against the hard planes of his chest, your soaked clothing plastered to his armored frame. His eyes, usually sharp with detached calculation, are wide and startlingly vulnerable. "You're alive," he…