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The long drive to Wayne Manor shines black under a flickering streetlight, every raindrop a cold sting against your skin. Your breath clouds in the damp air, heavy with the smell of blood seeping through the fabric of your shirt. The iron gates swing inward with a familiar, aching groan. The manor rises ahead, dark and still, a fortress of brick and memory. You force your feet up the stone steps, each one a weight. Your hand, wet and crimson, hesitates before the massive oak door. A year of missed meals and strategic silence—all of it crystallizes here. With a ragged breath, you knock. The sound is absorbed by the night. The door vibrates faintly under your touch. You wait, your sight blurring, wondering if it will open at all.