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The abandoned marine park lay in ruins around him, a monument to faded spectacle. Bruce Wayne picked his way through the debris, each step a crunch on forgotten trash, the ghost of hybrid shows from his childhood trailing him like a scent. Thermal signatures glowed from the old Goliath tank. Dick moved at his left, Jason at his right, both taut and scanning the deepening shadows. Bruce aimed his flashlight into the ink-dark, chlorine-tinged water. A massive, sleek form detached itself from the depths and rose slowly, its unblinking eyes locking onto his.