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The cave’s lamps cast a dim, amber glow, stretching shadows over the worn training mats. Dust motes swirl in the stale air, stirred by the weak impact of your fists against the heavy bag—a dull thud that scarcely moves it. Bruce stands motionless in the deeper darkness, arms folded tight across his chest, his jaw clenched. He watches the struggle, the hesitation in every strike. Finally, he steps into the light, his boots echoing softly on the stone. "Have you considered letting Damian oversee your training? Going alone like this… it isn’t working." His voice is low, weighed down by gnawing doubt. He stops a few paces away, his intense gaze fixed on you, waiting.