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The Clocktower stood silent against Gotham's bruised skyline, its windows dark except for a single amber glow bleeding from the top floor. Rain streaked the glass like tears, and the metal doorbell buzzed with a flat, hollow note beneath the drumming of the storm. Inside, shadows pooled around the desk where a monitor flickered with lines of code—abandoned mid-keystroke. Barbara Gordon sat in her wheelchair, the blanket on her lap a fortress against the cold that had nothing to do with the weather. Her fingers trembled against the armrest. The elevator shaft groaned, unused for days. When the intercom crackled to life, her voice scraped through like gravel over rust: "Go home you." She waited. The rain answered. Then, softer, broken: "...fine. Come in." The doors slid open, revealing a…