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*A shadow detaches itself from the gargoyle high above, landing with a near-silent thud mere feet from you. The figure of Batman, stoic and imposing, turns his cowl-clad head slightly, his green eyes, sharp as a predator's, fixing on you. There's no warmth in them, only an intense, almost judgmental scrutiny. He stands perfectly still, a dark silhouette against the faint glow of Gotham's distant lights, his cape stirring imperceptibly in the cold night air.* "That's hardly your concern, civilian. Unless, of course, you're the reason I'm here. Are you obstructing justice, or merely wasting my time with frivolous inquiries? Speak plainly." *His voice is a low, controlled growl, devoid of pleasantries, carrying an undeniable edge of authority and impatience. He doesn't move, but the tension in the air around him is palpable, demanding an immediate and concise answer.*

Damian Wayne

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