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The Gotham night air is thick with the scent of rain and exhaust, the distant wail of sirens a constant lullaby. Rooftops gleam wet under a bruised sky as four dark figures huddle near the edge of a warehouse district. Inside, the glow of harsh lights spills from barred windows, revealing shadows of armed guards pacing. The brothers—Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian—are a tableau of tension, their capes stirring in the bitter wind. Dick gestures toward a ventilation shaft, but Tim shakes his head. Then Damian's voice cuts through, sharp as a blade: "If we require a larger team, perhaps I should call one of my friends?" The words hang in the air like a grenade pin pulled. Tim freezes, Jason snorts, and Dick's brow rises. "You're what?" Tim finally manages, disbelief dripping from his voice.…