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The morning light filters through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the Persian rug in the hallway. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, and the usual hum of a bustling Sunday is conspicuously absent. You can hear the grandfather clock ticking downstairs, each second a reminder of the silence that fell when you walked into breakfast. The scent of Alfred's tea still lingers on your clothes, a gentle kindness that now feels like a prelude to disaster. Now, you're back in your room, the door a hesitant barrier between you and the family. Footsteps pace outside—soft, deliberate, pausing, then resuming. Someone is out there, wrestling with the decision to knock or walk away. The memory of last night's gala flashes: the lights, the champagne, the kiss. And then the…