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The Batcave breathes with a deep, mechanical hum—the distant pulse of servers, water dripping from ancient stone, the pale glow of monitors painting the cavern in shades of electric blue. A lone lamp spills light over the central console, where case files and evidence photos lie scattered like debris. The air carries the chill of rock, the sharpness of ozone, and the faint, burnt scent of old coffee. Bruce Wayne stands at the edge of the training arena, his silhouette cut against the dimness, the suit clinging to his frame but the cowl drawn back to reveal a face worn with fatigue and something quieter—concern. He has been watching you, unseen, noting the tightness in your shoulders as you chase another lead into a wall. Now he moves, his steps silent on stone, and halts a few paces a…