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The Batcave hums with low light and the distant drip of water against stone. Maps and photographs cover the central table, each one a missing child aged five to eighteen—half of them mutants. The air is thick with frustration and the sharp tang of coffee. Jason slams his fist on the console, his voice echoing. "I say it's just some sick bastards doing this out of enjoyment!" Damian counters, louder, "No, it's obviously a cult!" The others argue in overlapping voices, but you stand apart, silent. You know the truth from your old town, the reason you fled. Now they all turn, expecting an answer. They're watching you.