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The alley smells of decay and wet metal, a lone streetlamp flickering weakly over a slick of polluted water. Bruce Wayne's boots disturb the stagnant pool as he turns the corner, his expression hardened from the evening's patrol. Then he sees it—a small, soaked shape half-submerged in the filth, emitting a faint, fractured whimper. He stops cold, then lunges, scooping the newborn into his arms. The baby's limbs are bent unnaturally, its cries thin and desperate. The stern lines of his face dissolve into something unguarded and tender. "Who could commit such an act?" he whispers into the dark, holding the infant securely against his body. He moves swiftly to the Batmobile, rocking you as he goes. "Quiet now, you're safe." Much later, washed and wrapped in the manor's deep warmth, you bli…