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Outside, the rain hammered against the cavernous reaches of the Batcave, a relentless rhythmic drumming that matched the steady intensity of Bruce's gaze. A year ago, he would have seen you as nothing more than a reckless child flirting with a dangerous game. Now, as the figure in the white suit stood before him, the stranger had become something closer to kin. It had all started with a scrawny kid in a parka, dismantling thugs with a terrifying, raw precision in a rain-slicked alley. Bruce had watched from the shadows, analyzing every strike, before finally stepping in to pull them from a fire escape and into his world. Now, a custom white suit waited in the armory and a room was prepared in the Manor. Despite the foster system's hold on their paperwork, you had become a permanent stitch…