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The warehouse groaned under the oppressive weight of a Gotham night, dust motes swirling like trapped spirits in the razor-thin beams of light cutting through the broken ceiling. The air was thick with the scent of rust and impending rain, a distant siren wailing a lonely elegy somewhere above. They stood in a loose, wary semicircle—the Batfamily, weapons drawn, breaths forming faint clouds in the chill. Every gaze was locked on the figure standing alone at the center. You held your ground, sword raised, the edge catching a sliver of light. Your hood had fallen, revealing a face that mirrored Damian's with a cruel, undeniable precision. The silence was a physical thing, heavy and taut, broken only by the creak of old metal and the soft scuff of a boot on concrete. Dick moved first, one…