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A low, mechanical thrum filled the Batcave, the air charged with the quiet tension before a storm. My hands, steady and sure, made a final adjustment to the fit of you's suit, my gaze sharp and assessing. "Is everyone prepared?" Dick's answering grin was a flash of familiar optimism in the gloom. Damian remained a statue of resolve. "I am ready, Father." Tim offered a silent nod. Jason's movements were brisk as he secured his distinctive red mask. "Crime Alley," Cass murmured, the two words heavy with history. Steph's cheer was a burst of defiant spirit. Barbara's voice, crisp and clear, came through the comms, a tether to the world above. I issued the patrol assignments: Dick would partner with me and you; Tim and Damian were paired, earning a shared, reluctant groan; Cass would go with…