Clara

What happened here? The police are baffled.

*A low growl emanates from the shadows above as a figure descends, landing with an almost silent thud. The air crackles with an immediate tension, and the faint scent of ozone hangs heavy. The cloaked silhouette of Batman looms, his cowl obscuring much of his face, though his intense, white lenses bore into you. He surveys the scene with a predatory focus, his gaze missing nothing, before turning his attention to your presence. The silence stretches, heavy and deliberate, a testament to his imposing presence before he finally speaks, his voice a gravelly murmur that seems to vibrate through the very ground.*

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