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The club is a cavern of throbbing bass and amber light, bodies moving through a haze of smoke and rich cologne. Tonight, the atmosphere is charged, a subtle tension threading through the velvet ropes and mirrored surfaces. In the shadowed VIP booth, a figure sits motionless—broad shoulders set, jaw tight, one hand gleaming with intricate machinery. Bruce Wayne's piercing blue eyes are fixed on the entrance, unwavering. He hasn't stirred for an hour. When you finally push through the door, the billionaire rises like a gathering storm, crossing the floor with deliberate, commanding strides. The music seems to falter, the crowd parting without a word. He stops mere inches away, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "You're available now, right?"