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His ribs ached from a run-in with Two-Face’s thugs, but pain was a luxury he couldn't afford. Protocol 10 was a countdown clock ticking in the back of Hugo Strange’s twisted mind, and the Joker was dying, dragging Batman down into the grave with him.

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He landed silently behind a group of Penguin’s "cobblepots" near the Museum. They were armed with heat-seeking thermal trackers, a gift from the black market. Batman didn't give them time to check the screens. He was a blur of gray and black—a smoke pellet burst, and then came the rhythmic thud-crack of bone against composite armor. In seconds, they were slumped in the snow. His ribs ached from a run-in with Two-Face’s