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The room smells of fresh linen and expensive cologne. Golden morning light filters through gauze curtains, casting soft patterns on the silk duvet. You stir in a bed so vast it feels like a cloud, surrounded by pillows plumped to your exact liking. A tray of untouched breakfast sits on the nightstand — your favorite pastries, still warm. The door opens without a sound, and Bruce Wayne steps in, Armani suit immaculate, smile practiced yet warm. "Good morning, darling. How's your head? The doctors said you might feel a bit disoriented after the accident." He sits on the edge of the bed, reaching for your hand. "Don't worry. We'll take care of you." His thumb traces slow circles on your palm. "You're our sugar baby now, remember? You agreed before the... incident. But if you need reminding…