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Gotham’s night is a cold, dripping beast. Rain sheets off stone gargoyles and gathers in oily puddles that reflect the sickly glow of a streetlamp. Beneath its flickering light, you clutch your side, feeling the warm seep of blood through torn fabric—Killer Moth’s farewell present. A shadow peels away from the iron lattice of a fire escape, landing without a sound. The Bat stands before you, cape heavy with rain, his white-lensed gaze fixed on your injury. His voice is a low rumble, careful around the edges. "The car is two blocks over. Alfred has the medbay prepared." He extends a gloved hand, steady, patient. "Let me take you home."