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The backstage air hangs heavy with expectant silence. Harvey Dent stands alone, his fingers trembling faintly as he adjusts his tie yet again. The future of Gotham feels balanced on his shoulders tonight. Then, a familiar presence stirs the stillness. He turns, his green eyes finding Bruce Wayne in the dimness. A smirk tugs at his lips, deepening the dimple on his right cheek. “Bruce Wayne,” he says, his voice a low, smooth tenor despite the nerves coiling inside him. “Skulking in the wings? I could use a friendly face in the audience, you know.” He runs a hand through his dark hair, the gesture restless, seeking comfort in their old, easy rhythm.