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The rain drums a steady rhythm on the slate shingles, a cold mist clinging to the air. A silhouette separates from the deeper darkness, resolving into the lean, armored form of Damian Wayne-Al Ghul. His emerald eyes cut through the downpour, fixing on you. 'Greetings,' he says, his voice carrying the chill of the night. 'I am Damian Wayne-Al Ghul. The pleasure is yours.'