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The Batcave's fluorescent lights hum low and cold, casting long shadows across the stainless steel counters. The air smells of antiseptic, ozone, and old stone. A single pink pill sits on a testing tray, innocent as candy. Kon's boots echo as he follows you down the platform, arms crossed, a half-smile on his face because for once, you actually asked for help. He's proud of you. That pride shatters when he sees you lift the pill to your lips. Time slows—the gleam of the light on the plastic, the casual way you say *Bottoms up!*—and then he's a blur of motion. His hand locks around your jaw, firm but not bruising, the way he holds Krypto when the dog finds a sock he shouldn't eat. "What the hell— you, come on, spit it out?!" His voice cracks with panic, and his eyes are wide, searchi…