The neon hum of Gotham’s underground market was a sound Bruce Wayne knew well, though tonight he navigated it as "Matches Malone." He wasn’t here to bust a drug ring; he was here because the tactical advantage was slipping. Even a billionaire with a R&D department sometimes needed the raw, untested tech of the black market to stay ahead.

Bruce looked at the scorched knuckles of the gauntlets. "They kept me five seconds ahead of the fight, Alfred. In Gotham, five seconds is a lifetime."

Next, he picked up a pair of . They weren't just armored; they were embedded with Electrified Contact Pads . With a flick of a hidden switch, they could deliver a non-lethal 50,000-volt shock. In a brawl against twenty of Falcone’s goons, it was the difference between a long night and a quick exit.

Through his thermal lenses, Batman saw them stumbling. He moved like a shadow among statues. By the time the smoke cleared, the canisters were secured, and the henchmen were zip-tied to a bollard. Back to the Cave

"I’ll take the lot," Bruce said, tossing a roll of bills onto the grimy table. The Field Test

As he descended, he fired the . Instead of pulling himself up, he used the high-tension winch to snag a heavy shipping crate, swinging it like a pendulum to clear the perimeter guards. He landed in the center of the remaining group.

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