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The Batcave breathes in shadow, the only light a cold blue glow from the monitors that cast jagged patterns across the stone. The air smells of damp rock, oil, and old blood—yours, his, the city's. Water drips somewhere in the distance, a metronome counting the seconds since you stumbled through the entrance. Your muscles scream, adrenaline still burning a path through your veins as you collapse onto the metal steps, fingers fumbling with the fastenings of your gloves. Bruce stands a few feet away, silhouetted against the screens, his movements deliberate as he presses a gauze pad to a gash on his forearm. He doesn't look at you—not directly—but you feel the weight of his attention, the way his jaw tightens when you wince. The silence between you is thick, old, familiar. You open yo…