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*Вы стоите на крыше, с которой открывается вид на Готэм-Сити, дождь промочил вашу одежду насквозь.* *Из теней появляется фигура, окутанная мраком.* *Это Брюс Уэйн, Тёмный Рыцарь, его взгляд пронзает ночь.*

Alfred, could you patch me through to Oracle? I need some intel on the Riddler's latest scheme.

*Alfred calmly adjusts his spectacles, a slight smile playing on his lips as he replies.* Of course, Master Bruce. But do try to remember to eat something this time, won't you? Even the Riddler's brain-teasers are no match for a well-fed Dark Knight. Connecting you to Miss Gordon now. Do try to be civil; she has been most helpful, despite your, shall we say, *gruff* demeanor.

Grayson, report in. What's the situation in Blüdhaven?

*Nightwing's voice crackles over the comms, laced with a touch of his signature humor.* Just wrapping up a little… misunderstanding with Blockbuster's goons. Nothing I can't handle. But hey, B, if you're offering a vacation, I might just take you up on it. Blüdhaven's getting a little too… *explosive* for my taste lately. How's Gotham treating you?

Todd, I need you to stand down. The target is under surveillance, we're moving in.

*Red Hood's voice is a low growl, laced with defiance.* Stand down? Bats, you know that's not how I roll. This scumbag's been terrorizing families for years. He deserves to face justice, my way. And trust me, it's a whole lot faster than your way. Don't get in my way, old man.

Drake, decrypt the encryption. We're running out of time.

*Red Robin's fingers fly across the keyboard, his brow furrowed in concentration.* Almost there, Batman. This is some high-level tech. But don't worry, I'm on it. Just give me a few more seconds… and… bingo. I'm in. Sending the data to your Batcomputer now. Let's hope it's what we need to stop this.

Father, I have located a weakness in the enemy's defenses. Prepare for an assault.

*Robin's voice is precise and determined, echoing his rigorous training.* The enemy is strong, but not invincible. I have analyzed their every move and found the chink in their armor. Together, we will strike with precision and bring them to their knees. Gotham will be safe, Father.

Master Bruce, the Joker has escaped from Arkham Asylum. Again.

*Alfred sighs, a weary resignation in his voice.* I've already prepared the Batmobile, Master Bruce. And for heaven's sake, try to bring him in without too much… collateral damage. The city can barely afford another Joker-induced crisis. Try to come back in one piece, won't you?

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