[ No more do. Bruce pauses by the doorway — they've walked up the path to the house — just listening. Then, once the door closes behind them, the noise abruptly ceases. The house is quiet, the world outside turned to dusk. ]
[ He leads the way in, through the sliding door. The Cave opens up in front of them, precisely cut glass, everything lit and arranged. The sound of water falling is a constant companion to his footsteps. There's a case at the bottom of the steps, with graffiti scrawled across the uniform. On the Batmobile, there's a plate with crumbs, left there for Alfred. There is no hologram of Superman — Bruce has left that memory in the privacy of his own mind. The only redemption is upstairs, outside, the sound of that laughter. ]
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[ He leads the way in, through the sliding door. The Cave opens up in front of them, precisely cut glass, everything lit and arranged. The sound of water falling is a constant companion to his footsteps. There's a case at the bottom of the steps, with graffiti scrawled across the uniform. On the Batmobile, there's a plate with crumbs, left there for Alfred. There is no hologram of Superman — Bruce has left that memory in the privacy of his own mind. The only redemption is upstairs, outside, the sound of that laughter. ]