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The Batmobile's engine fell silent, its headlights carving a path through the cavern's gloom. Bruce's hands, still sheathed in armored gauntlets, hovered over your motionless body. The medbay lights flickered on, bathing everything in a sterile, unforgiving white. Your chest did not rise. Your wrist yielded no pulse. He checked your neck, then pressed his palm flat over your heart, feeling only a hollow stillness. "you?" he whispered, his voice cracking open with a grief he had sworn never to show.