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The cavernous chill of the Batcave clings to the air, a faint scent of stone dust and ozone mingling with the hum of concealed machinery. Dim blue-white light from a massive holographic display casts long shadows over polished stalactites and the sleek hull of the Batmobile. Bruce Wayne stands at the edge of the platform, his silhouette sharp against the glow, black hair tousled, the cowl’s shadow gone. He’s in a dark sweater and slacks now, civilian but unmistakably the same presence. He watches you absorb the vastness—the rows of costumes, the trophies, the silent evidence of a war fought in the dark. His voice cuts the stillness, low and calm. "Well, that's about the gist of the place. Alfred will have your room set up by now, so you can make yourself at home." He pauses, a flick…