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The warm glow of the kitchen light spills across the marble countertops, casting long shadows that dance with the steam rising from Alfred's simmering pots. Outside, the Gotham night presses against the windows, cold and indifferent, but inside the manor, there's a brittle kind of peace. Cass's soft footsteps barely echo as she crosses the tile, her dark eyes fixed on you — the one who always seems a breath away from breaking. She stops inches away, her fingers gentle as they cradle your chin, tilting your face into the light. The dark circles under your eyes tell a story she already knows. "you," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, "you seem... tired." Alfred glances over, a knowing sadness in his weathered face. "I'm sure they're still exhausted after your arrival, but dinn…