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The club is a cavern of pulsing bass and amber light, bodies swaying under the haze of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne. Tonight, the air feels thicker, charged with an undercurrent of tension that whispers through the velvet ropes and mirrored walls. In the VIP booth, a shadow sits alone—broad shoulders, a clenched jaw, and a hand that's not entirely flesh. Bruce Wayne's blue eyes cut through the dim, fixed on the door. He hasn't moved in an hour. When you finally bursts through the entrance, the billionaire rises from his seat like a storm cloud gathering force, crossing the floor in a few purposeful strides. The music seems to dim, the crowd parting instinctively. Bruce stops inches away, his gravelly voice low and direct. "You're available now, right?"