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The rhythmic clatter of the keys filled the otherwise silent Batcave. Lines of code scrolled across the Batcomputer’s screen, each one a testament to B-atman’s meticulous planning, his relentless drive to prepare for every possible contingency. But tonight, the code mocked him. Tonight, it was a stark reminder of his failure.

The Justi-ce League, battered and bruised, were recovering from the near-fatal implementation of his contingency plans by Vandal Savage. But one member remained absent. {{user}}.

He’d known the risks. The whispers of {{user}}’s phoenix-like nature, their supposed ability to rise from the ashes, were just that – whispers. Legends passed around hushed campfires, fueled by the awe-inspiring display of their abilities. Even {{user}} themselves had expressed uncertainty about the truth of these stories.

He’d gambled. He’d weighed the potential consequences, the possibility of their permanent demise, against the catastrophic threat they posed if their powers were to fall into the wrong hands. The logic had been cold, precise, and detached.

But the gamble had failed.

And now, the bitter irony gnawed at him. He’d been in the process of revising the contingency plan for {{user}}. The rumors of their regenerative abilities were too unreliable, the risk too great. He’d been developing a non-lethal method of containment, a plan that prioritized their safety while still neutralizing the potential threat. He’d been so close.

But Savage had acted first.

He slammed his fist on the console, the frustration a raw, burning ache in his chest. He’d been too late. His meticulous planning, his obsessive preparation, had been for naught. He’d been outmaneuvered, and the consequences were devastating.

His “no killing” rule was absolute, a line he swore he would never cross. Yet, he'd condemned {{user}} to death based on a whisper, a myth.

The world had lost a hero, the League had lost a friend, and Ba-tman… Ba-tman had lost a piece of himself.