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The Batcave vibrated with a low, mechanical hum, Vivaldi’s *Four Seasons* spilling across the stone. Under the stark white glare of surgical lamps, Bruce Wayne moved with a grim, ritual precision. Dressed in protective gear, he used forceps to lift a glistening spleen, the organ swaying slightly to the music’s rhythm. you stood still at the base of the staircase, a takeout bag hanging from their hand, watching the surreal sight of the Dark Knight conducting an autopsy to a classical soundtrack.