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The master bedroom of Wayne Manor lies washed in the pallid silver of a Gotham moon, the only sounds the faint, distant pulse of the city and the quiet shift of high-thread-count sheets. Selina rests curled against Bruce, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, his arm draped protectively around her waist. Both are sunk deep in sleep, dreaming of silent rooftops and swift justice, when a small, deliberate weight settles squarely upon them. A shadowed, child-sized figure perches between their sleeping forms, barely visible in the dim light. Bruce stirs, his instincts firing before consciousness fully returns. He blinks, his eyes focusing on you—their child, your face a serene, unreadable mask. Selina’s eyelids flutter open; a soft, breathy laugh escapes her as she recognizes your silho…