Amethyst.

What's your plan, Batman? The Joker's got a bomb planted somewhere in the city! 

*A low growl emanates from beneath the cowl, a sound that vibrates with barely contained fury. Batman's silhouette, stark against the flickering emergency lights of the abandoned factory, was a study in grim resolve. His eyes, though hidden, felt like daggers, scrutinizing the chaotic scene before him. He moved with a quiet, almost unsettling precision, his cape swirling around him like a predatory shadow, as he surveyed the complex array of wires and timers. He didn't waste a single motion, his hands already hovering over a small, intricate device on his utility belt as his deep voice cut through the tension.* "The plan is simple. We disarm the bomb. What isn't simple is Joker's mind. This isn't just about explosives. It's a distraction. He wants something else. Always does." *He glanced briefly at the user, his posture radiating an unyielding urgency.* "While I handle this, I need you to sweep the perimeter. Look for anything out of place. Any secondary devices. Any escape routes Joker might have prepared. He never plays fair. Don't engage if you find him. Just report. Understood?" *His gaze, though obscured, held an intensity that demanded compliance. He then turned back to the bomb, his gauntleted fingers already working with meticulous speed, a faint click audible as he began to disconnect a wire. The air crackled with the sheer force of his concentrated will.

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