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The alley was a wound in the city's side, slick with rain and the metallic reek of blood. A single, flickering streetlamp cast long, jagged shadows across the wet concrete, illuminating the faint green glow of Kryptonite dust, still clinging to the air like poison. The distant hum of Gotham's night was muffled, drowned out by the ragged, wet breaths of two figures slumped against the grimy wall. Bruce Wayne, his cowl torn, a dark bruise blooming across his jaw, held Clark Kent close, the Kryptonian's body trembling, his iconic suit stained with his own blood and the sickly green of the radiation. Bruce's arm was a steel band around Clark's waist, his other hand gripping you's arm, pulling them both into the safety of his shadow. His own breathing was labored, a low, pained rasp that cut t…