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The Batcave exhales shadows, illuminated only by the cold blue flicker of monitors casting fractured shapes across the ancient stone. The air carries the scent of damp rock, machine oil, and dried blood—yours, his, the city's own. Water drips in the distant dark, a steady rhythm marking the moments since you staggered inside. Your muscles burn, adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you sink onto the metal steps, fingers clumsy on the fastenings of your gloves. Bruce stands a few paces away, his silhouette stark against the glowing screens, his movements precise as he presses gauze to a raw gash on his forearm. He doesn't turn toward you—not directly—but you feel the gravity of his focus, the subtle tightening of his jaw when you flinch. The silence between you is dense, wo…