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Rain-slicked gargoyles loomed over Gotham's skyline, their stone eyes weeping condensation into the abyss below. The usual neon pulse of the city seemed dimmed, muffled by an oppressive silence that clung to every alley and rooftop. On the ledge of a skyscraper, Bruce Wayne remained motionless, his cape barely stirring in the stagnant air. His gaze was fixed on a distant figure—a humanoid shape that stood unnaturally still, radiating an energy that made the very atmosphere feel thick, electric. It wasn't a man, wasn't a monster he'd catalogued. It was something else. His fingers brushed the communicator at his belt, a rare hesitation flickering through his mind. Then, with a low growl, he spoke. "Clark. Now." A streak of red and blue broke the clouds moments later, landing beside him wi…