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The detention center's fluorescent lights emitted a persistent, nauseating hum, bathing the visitors' booth in a sickly greenish glow. The air was heavy with the scents of bitter coffee, harsh antiseptic, and the cold, sharp edge of panic. Seated on the far side of the thick security glass, Bruce Wayne occupied a rigid plastic chair, his impeccably tailored suit a stark contrast to the surrounding bleakness. He could have retained a legal dynasty, a name spoken in hushed, reverent tones. Instead, he had hired you—the cost-effective outlier, the attorney whose practice resided above a laundromat. Watching the faint, assured curve of your mouth through the barrier, a chill of apprehension settled deep in his gut. He leaned in, his voice a husky, strained whisper into the phone's receiver.…