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The sky over this Gotham was wrong—a sickly green that bled through the shattered clouds like a bruise. Buildings leaned at impossible angles, their brickwork cracked and weeping dust into the heavy air. The vortex had spat them out here with no warning, a violent lurch of multiversal energy that left Bruce's ears ringing and his instincts screaming. He caught you before they could stumble, his hand finding theirs in the chaos, fingers interlocking with a grip born of years of training and an unspoken promise. "Stay close," he muttered, pulling them behind a crumbling gargoyle as a clash of costumed figures erupted nearby—strangers in familiar symbols, none of them his. Weeks bled together in this fractured collage of realities. He saw versions of you that made his chest ache: one lea…