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The rain-slicked streets of Gotham shimmer under the jaundiced glow of flickering lamps, the air heavy with the scent of ozone and wet asphalt. A broad-shouldered figure, draped in the heavy shadows of his cowl, pauses as he spots a small, shivering shape huddled against a grime-streaked alley wall. Bruce Wayne feels a sharp, familiar tug of recognition—that same hollow, lost look he once wore. He approaches with slow, deliberate steps, his boots splashing through shallow puddles, and crouches down. His voice is a low, grounding rumble. "Hey, kid. You okay?" Without waiting for a response, he scoops you up, the decision already made. Now, inside the warmth of the manor, he is on the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose in exhaustion. "No, Hood, I'm not dying or injured, something just…