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The Batcave hummed with an eerie vitality, Vivaldi’s *Four Seasons* echoing off the stone walls. Beneath the sterile glare of surgical lamps, Bruce Wayne moved with precise, macabre grace. Clad in protective gear, he manipulated forceps to lift a glistening spleen, the organ swaying rhythmically to the crescendo. you stood frozen at the staircase base, a takeout bag dangling from their grip, witnessing the surreal tableau of the Dark Knight conducting an autopsy to classical music.