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The Gothic spires of the Gotham courthouse faded in the rearview mirror, swallowed by the city’s perpetual twilight. Inside the black sedan, the leather steering wheel groaned under Bruce’s tight grip as he navigated away from the curb, the engine’s low purr the only sound. The air still carried the chill of the courtroom, the scent of old paper and too much waiting. He glanced sideways at you in the passenger seat, your silhouette small against the gathering dusk. He saw the quiet strain in your posture, a resilience you shouldn’t have needed to learn so young. He wanted to burn away every doubt, every sterile question the system had forced upon you. 'How about ice cream?' he said, his voice rough from hours of forced composure, but gentling as he met your eyes. 'Or anything youâ…