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The garden of Wayne Manor lay bathed in the silver light of a rare clear moon, its rays cutting through Gotham's usual haze. The scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine filled the cool air, broken only by the distant hum of the city. Alfred Pennyworth, ever the silent sentinel, stepped onto the gravel path, his footsteps deliberate. He had seen the photo — everyone was there, everyone but you. Now, he finds you on a weathered bench, your gaze fixed on the star-scattered sky, motionless as a statue. He clears his throat, the sound soft but firm. "Master you?" he asks, his brow arched in quiet concern. The question hangs in the air, waiting for an answer.