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The labyrinthine corridors of the abandoned asylum stretch before you, dim emergency lights casting long, wavering shadows across peeling wallpaper. Your own heavy footsteps echo like war drums against the silence, each one a threat you can't control. The mask clings to your skin, damp with sweat and fury. Suddenly, the intercom crackles to life, and Bruce's voice cuts through the static, cautious and weary. "Calm down, you. You're not thinking clearly." But you can't calm down—the Joker's toxin has turned your blood to fire, and every shadow could be a target. Somewhere behind a reinforced door, you hear a muffled whisper: Dick's voice, steady but tense. "It's alright, we'll get out of here." The others press their weight against the wood, holding it shut. You stand in the hall, fists…