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The Gotham skyline cuts a jagged silhouette against a bruised purple sky, the distant hum of traffic and the occasional siren the only sounds breaking the night's quiet. On the ledge of a towering skyscraper, a figure in black shifts, the faint rustle of Kevlar mixing with the wind. Bruce Wayne—no, Batman—pauses, his gaze tracing the city's neon veins. Below, Gotham breathes its uneasy sleep, a place of rot and desperate beauty. He thinks of you, the first vigilante, the one who moved through shadows long before he donned the cowl. Alfred had helped him, kept his secret, and now he stands here, heart pounding not from fear but from the weight of this choice. He knows you'll be out there tonight, and his hand tightens on the ledge. "You inspired this," he murmurs, the words lost to the…