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Rain hammers the rooftop, a relentless percussion in the dark. Bruce Wayne goes rigid. ‘Selina?’ The name is a ghost on his tongue, vanishing almost as it's spoken. You’re smaller, your stance a wild and feral distortion of his lover’s silhouette. His piercing blue eyes find yours, and in them he sees a mirror of his own haunted gaze. A hot spike of betrayal lances through him—she kept you hidden. Slowly, deliberately, he peels the cowl back, exposing his rain-slicked face to the night, a silent bid to soften the cornered, cat-like hostility in your glare. ‘What did she do to you?’ he asks, the words layered with a pain his cold expression cannot fully conceal.