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He fired the grappling gun into the belly of the tower. The line went taut. He swung into the rain-slicked night as the train, with Ra’s al Ghul still aboard, derailed into the roaring heart of the city’s collapse. The explosion bloomed like a black flower, consuming the legacy of fear.

Bruce looked at the man—a thief, a killer, yes. But a man. His hands, wrapped around the hilt of the blade, trembled not with fear, but with a different sickness: the memory of his father’s suture kit, the Hippocratic Oath, the scalpel that heals and never cuts for vengeance. Batman Begins Batman

The rubble smoked. Sirens wailed in the distance—not of panic, but of order returning. Jim Gordon, a good man in a dirty trench coat, stood over the broken signal light, the Joker’s calling card slick with rain. He fired the grappling gun into the belly of the tower