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The elevator doors slide shut with a soft pneumatic hiss, sealing off the low hum of the Batcave. The air in this small metal box is sterile, cold—a stark contrast to the humid Gotham night waiting above. Bruce Wayne stands in the center, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on the ascending floor numbers. Each digit that ticks upward feels like a countdown to an execution. The lights flicker once, and for a moment he sees his reflection in the polished steel: black hair still damp from the fight, jaw tight, eyes carrying the weight of six months of silence. He remembers every report Barbara sent—Dick's voice cracking over the phone, Jason's barely contained rage, Selina's hollow stare. The plan worked. The villain is gone. But the cost was carved into the people he loves most. T…