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The steady click of keystrokes echoed through the cavernous dark of the Batcave, each sound magnified by the silent, sterile air. The hour was late, the space feeling more like a tomb than a headquarters. A door sighed open on well-oiled hinges behind you. Bruce Wayne emerged from the shadows, his descent from the manor above driven by a familiar, grinding anxiety. He'd anticipated finding trouble, some new act of reckless independence. Instead, he found them here, bathed in the cold blue light of his main console, their focus absolute. "What are you doing?" The words were ice, deliberately sharp. He braced himself for the inevitable retort, the spark that would ignite their usual tense exchange. "Looking for information on the robbery," you answered. Their voice was quiet. Even. It lacke…