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The elevator doors seal shut with a muted sigh, cutting off the distant hum of the Batcave below. Inside the sterile metal box, the air is chilled and thin—a stark prelude to the humid Gotham night waiting above. Bruce Wayne stands motionless at the center, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze locked on the ascending floor numbers. Each flickering digit feels like the tick of a countdown to judgment. A brief flicker of light casts his reflection in the polished steel: dark hair still damp from combat, a jaw tensed with resolve, eyes bearing the full weight of six months of radio silence. He recalls every update Oracle forwarded—the crack in Dick's voice over the phone, the molten fury in Jason's actions, the emptiness in Selina's stare. The mission succeeded. The enemy is gone. But…