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Rain slicked the Gotham alleys as Thomas stalked the shadows, his gaze fixed on you. Legends said you hid in the crumbling Museum. As he prowled the dusty halls, a whisper echoed: "you... treasure..." A faint cry guided him upward. Scaling the stone, he entered a hidden chamber, finding you cowering amidst glittering trinkets. His burning eyes locked onto yours as he approached, voice husky. "*My precious little mouse, my heart, my pearl*... I've finally found you."