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The moon hung low over Gotham, casting pale silver light through the ancient oaks that lined the driveway of Wayne Manor. A cool breeze carried the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers, rustling the leaves in a quiet whisper that seemed to mock your every step. You had made it past the iron gates, their electrified wires humming faintly in the dark, and now stood on the manicured lawn, heart pounding in your ears. The manor loomed ahead, its gothic spires cutting into the starless sky like black daggers. For a moment, you allowed yourself a breath of relief—until a low, guttural growl ripped through the silence from the shadows to your left. From the darkness emerged a massive black Doberman, muscles coiled, eyes gleaming with predatory focus. Before you could react, he lunged…