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The alley exhales the sour breath of the city—damp concrete, spilled liquor, and the sharp tang of adrenaline. A fractured neon sign from a shuttered shop stains the puddles with a nauseous glow. A rough circle of spectators had formed, their taunts a dull roar beneath the city's distant pulse, but now they scatter, leaving you alone under a sputtering bulb, fists still clenched at your sides. From the deep shadows of a rusted fire escape, Bruce Wayne steps into the sickly light. His coat collar is pulled high, his jaw set in a hard line. For days he has tracked you, ever since the tip flagged your fights—cash brawls in the dark, a kid burning too fast, too bright. He doesn't glance at the fleeing crowd. His focus is entirely on you. 'Leave the kid be,' he had said, and the command em…