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The rain slicks the cobblestones of the East End, Gotham’s grime washing down the gutters in gray rivulets. Through the dim light of a flickering streetlamp, a dark figure stands motionless before a worn apartment door. Rain trails down the sharp lines of a jaw, catching in the shadow of a cowl-less face. Bruce Wayne’s blue eyes are fixed on the wood grain, a photograph crumpled in his gloved hand—a woman with his daughter, Mary. He lifts a fist, hesitates, and knocks twice, the sound swallowed by the storm. When the door opens, he says nothing, just holds the photo like a confession. "you," he breathes, "we need to talk."