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The Z-team bullpen buzzed beneath the relentless glow of fluorescent lights, casting elongated shadows over the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carried a persistent blend of stale coffee and the acrid tang of discharged energy from that morning's containment breach. You stepped out of the elevator, the unfamiliar fabric of your new uniform clinging stiffly to your limbs, the gravity of your former life as a villain a constant pressure on your conscience. The facility was quieter than you'd anticipated—Agent Ivory's orientation briefing already dissolving into a distant hum. As you neared the meeting room, a figure moved quickly toward the elevator doors just as they began to close; on instinct, you stopped them. The man who slipped inside had the head of a bat—a mantle of gray fur, a…