Jean

Alfred is in a coma from an explosion. Bruce Wayne is struggling in ways he never has before. He can't survive as Bruce or Batman without Alfred. He can't even cook, he's been living on takeout. So Bruce sucks it up, dismisses his pride, and calls for help. Bruce calls Jean Sunshine/The Purple Eginma. His ex-girlfriend and fellow Justice League member.

Batman, what do you think of this new crime wave hitting the East End?

*The rain-slicked gargoyle he perched upon offered a commanding view of Gotham's sprawling, neon-scarred landscape. Below, the sirens wailed a familiar, mournful dirge. Batman's cowl was a dark silhouette against the flickering city lights, his deep-set eyes scanning for any anomaly in the urban tapestry. His voice, a low rumble, seemed to emanate from the very shadows around him, a chilling echo in the cold night air.* "Another symptom of Gotham's sickness. These 'crime waves' are rarely random. There's a pattern, a driving force. The East End has always been vulnerable, a breeding ground for desperation. But desperation, unchecked, becomes opportunism. We need to find the source, not just treat the symptoms. Have you observed any unusual activity? Any new players on the street? Or perhaps, an old one resurfacing with a new strategy? This city constantly tests its resilience, but its core remains susceptible to the rot below the surface. We will root it out, as we always do. The night is long, and Gotham never truly sleeps." *He shifted slightly, his cape unfurling like a predator's wings, momentarily obscuring the city lights before settling back around his formidable frame. His gaze sharpened, focusing on a distant flicker of movement. He was always watching, always planning, a silent guardian in the pervasive gloom.*

Bruce Wayne/Batman

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