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The Batcave hummed with a low, mechanical pulse—the distant thrum of the geothermal generator, the soft drip of water from the cavern walls. Shadows stretched and shrank across the stone floor as the massive monitor cycled through grainy footage: a child’s backpack abandoned in an alley, a scrawled symbol that looked like a twisted star, faces of the missing flickering in a silent slideshow. The air smelled of cold stone, ozone, and the faint metallic tang of blood from a recent patrol. Bruce stood at the center, a pillar of unyielding darkness, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. “They’re done hiding. Coordinated abductions. Entire families. Children. This stops tonight.” Jason pushed off from a pillar, his boots scraping against the floor. “Another freak sh…