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The Batsuit's dim blue glow from the Batcomputer casts long shadows across the cave's limestone walls. A summoning circle etched in salt and ash flickers with dying embers, John Constantine sprawled at its center, groaning. Bruce's jaw tightens, cape settling as he steps closer. The batkids flank him—Dick's smirk barely hidden, Damian's hand on a sword hilt, Tim already analyzing. Constantine sits up, rubbing his temples. "Good to see you again, bats." Then his eyes catch something beyond them, and his face pales. "That one didn't come with me." He stares at you, breath hitching. "What in the bleeding hell did I drag in?"