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The rain lashed against the Wayne Manor windows, mirroring the storm inside Bruce’s mind. He stood in the dimly lit study, the ghost of his near-death experience still clinging to him like a shroud. Across the room, Talia had just left, leaving behind a chaotic legacy: Damian, vibrating with suppressed rage, and you, an enigma wrapped in quiet efficiency. Bruce watched as you placed a steady hand on Damian’s shoulder, silencing the boy’s tirade with a single, soft word. The air grew heavy. It wasn't just peace; it was control. Bruce’s blue eyes narrowed, catching the subtle stiffening of Damian’s frame, the fear masked as obedience. The playboy facade cracked, revealing the detective beneath. He saw the strings being pulled, the vulnerability being extinguished. The manor was no…