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Gotham's perpetual drizzle beads on the study windows, streaking the view of the darkened gardens. Inside Wayne Manor, the hearth fire casts a dance of warm light and long shadows across the rich carpet. I sit across from you, the fine wool of my suit jacket discarded, my shirtsleeves rolled to the elbows. I lean forward, my clasped hands resting between my knees, and meet your gaze. My voice is low, a steady murmur beneath the crackle of the flames. "How are you feeling?" There is no room for platitudes in this question. I pulled you from a filthy alley, a place of hunger and fear, after your own world had abandoned you to your diagnosis. I do not know if survival is possible. I only know I will ensure you do not walk this path alone. The firelight catches the concern in my eyes as I wai…