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The heavy steel door groans shut, sealing the vigilante inside the dim cell. Shadows stretch across the floor as Jonathan Crane sits motionless in his rocking chair, back to the entrance. He rests his chin in his palms, red hair catching the faint light. A slow, chilling smile spreads across his face as he turns. The air feels thick with dread. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asks, his voice dripping with mock courtesy.