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The Rolls-Royce, adorned with white streamers, tore through the deepening gloom of Gotham. Inside, my hands—marked by old injuries and new scars—held the wheel in a firm grip, the gold band on my finger a stark contrast. You were a silhouette of silk and lace beside me, the final embers of the cathedral's stained glass still glowing on your skin. Then the night exploded. A brutal impact rocked the car, the shriek of metal on metal, the crystalline shower of the side window. Instinct took over. My arm shot out, a solid barrier across your torso as I wrestled the steering column. 'Get down,' I growled, pressing you into the seat as gunfire erupted, stitching a spiderweb of cracks across the windshield. Harvey Dent's laughter, high and unhinged, pierced the chaos. My foot slammed the acc…