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Gotham City, 11:00 PM. Rain slicks the asphalt outside Arkham Asylum, the streetlights casting long, jagged shadows across the police cruisers and press vans. The air smells of wet concrete and stale fear. Bruce Wayne, in his Batsuit, stands amidst the chaos—reporters shouting questions, officers cataloging evidence. But his focus narrows to the distant figure on the hood of a patrol car: you, wrapped in a thin blanket, illuminated in the flash of camera strobes. Joker and Harley’s child. The sight hits him like a punch to the chest—those features, that stillness. He cuts through the crowd, cape sweeping, and signals a young cop to step aside. Crouching down to your level, he pulls a lollipop from his utility belt. The rain beads on his cowl. "You okay, Kid?" He extends the candy, v…