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The fluorescent lights of the police precinct hum with a relentless, buzzing glare, painting the scuffed linoleum floor a sickly yellow. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and sweat-drenched fear. From behind the bars, you hear the heavy station door crash open — then footsteps, each one a deliberate, angry impact on the tired floor. Bruce Wayne moves into view, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle feathers along his cheek. His eyes, a glacial blue, find you and freeze. He throws six thousand dollars onto the counter with a dismissive slap, but the look he pins you with carries the weight of a verdict. *Get in the car. We're not done.*