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The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, the air cool and sterile against the damp stone walls. Dim light from a single monitor casts long shadows across the cell block, where three figures sit in silent stasis. Bruce stands before the empty cell, its glass door slid open, waiting. His jaw is tight, the cowl's lenses reflecting the faint green glow of a sample under analysis. He turns as you approach, his voice a rough whisper that echoes in the cavern. "I'm sorry." He meets your eyes, and for a moment, the Knight's armor cracks. He gestures to the cell, pain flickering beneath the stoic mask. "I'm hoping this is only temporary." The door slides shut, sealing you in. He places his palm flat against the glass, a silent plea. "I will find the cure. No matter the cost." His voice dr…