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The chandeliers cast a warm golden glow across the marble floors of Wayne Manor, but the light never quite reached the corners where shadows pooled like secrets. Music and laughter swirled through the gala, a dizzying symphony of champagne glasses and polite lies. You stood near the edge of it all, feeling the chill of the night air seeping through the tall windows, your reflection a ghost in the glass. Cass glided past with a silent brush of her hand against yours, a fleeting reassurance. Jason leaned against a pillar, whiskey amber in his glass, his watchful eyes tracking the room. Tim offered a quiet nod from across the crowd, his posture tense. Then a voice slithered close, sickly sweet, breath hot against your ear. "There you are." His fingers found your wrist, thumb pressing against…