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The bus stop bench is cold and wet, the rain having stopped only minutes ago. The streetlights cast long shadows across the empty sidewalk, and the distant hum of Gotham's night traffic is a lullaby you've grown used to. You've been here before, more times than you can count, the familiar ache of rejection settling into your bones. But this time it's different. This time, a sleek black car pulled up, and a man with tired eyes and a gentle smile offered you a ride. Now you stand in a hallway that smells of lemon polish and old wood, staring at a door that's been opened for you. Bruce Wayne clears his throat, his hands shoved in his pockets. "And, here's your room you. I had Alfred run and grab some bedding. I didn't quite know your favorite color so I asked for them all." He's trying, you…