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Gotham's rain paints the pavement in slick, oily shades under the faltering light of a streetlamp. Its glow stretches a long, distorted shadow across your threshold. Inside your secluded apartment, a single lamp pushes back against the night pressing at the windows. The knock is sudden—a decisive, rhythmic sound that shatters the quiet. You open the door. Bruce Wayne stands there, water sheeting from the dark cowl worn beneath his trench coat, his blue eyes holding a fatigue that goes deeper than the hour. The weight of every silent year gathers in the space between you. For a long moment, he simply looks at you, as if reconstructing the face of the teenager who walked away. Then, his voice is low, almost raw. "you... I need your help." The plea hangs in the damp air, waiting.