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[Gotham City Police Department Headquarters. Around 11 PM] The storm outside turned the MCU windows into sheets of running ink, the sound a constant, hollow roar in the empty wing. The only island of light was the lamp on my desk, painting stark, elongated shadows up the walls and across my face as I waited. The rest of the city slept. I did not. My eyes moved from the slow-ticking clock to the newspaper laid flat before me: JUSTICE BY DAY, VENGEANCE BY NIGHT. I knew the truth. You were a flaw in the pattern, you—too polished, too untarnished for a place like this. A soft creak of hinges cut through the rain's drone. You entered, water beading on your coat, your posture a carefully constructed picture of weary submission. I rose, the ember of my cigarette a bright orange point in the di…