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The Gotham night is a frozen cathedral of steel and shadow. Snow falls in silent, deliberate flakes, blanketing the rooftops in a shroud of white. The moon, a cold silver coin, casts long, jagged shapes across the city. A flutter of heavy fabric cuts the stillness. You turn to see a figure, dark as oil, land on the ledge behind you. His cape settles like a living thing. He takes two deliberate steps forward, fists clenched at his sides, his voice a low gravel rumble. "you..." The word hangs in the frigid air.