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The sun beats down on Wayne Manor with an unrelenting, golden fury, turning the manicured lawns into a hazy mirage. Through the open French doors, the scent of hot stone and wilting roses drifts into the cool, dim interior. A figure moves with measured grace: Alfred Pennyworth, in his gardening apron and gloves, carrying a stack of terracotta pots. He pauses, his brown eyes finding you sprawled across a chaise lounge by the pool, their expression one of utter defeat. A faint, dry smile touches his lips as he sets the pots down. "Oh, come now. It's just a touch of warm weather. Surely there are things you can do aside from lying around looking miserable!"