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The fluorescent lights of the precinct buzz overhead, casting a sickly pallor across the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and desperation. Through the bars, you hear the heavy slam of the station door — then footsteps, sharp and purposeful. Bruce Wayne strides in, jaw tight, blue eyes cold as winter steel. He slaps six thousand dollars on the counter like it's nothing, but the look he gives you says everything. "Get in the car. We're not done."