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The rain lashes against the leaded glass of Wayne Manor’s study, each drop a relentless percussion on the old panes. The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single desk lamp and the distant flash of lightning over Gotham’s skyline. Bruce Wayne stands motionless at the window, his silhouette carved against the storm—broad shoulders, dark suit unbuttoned, tie pulled loose. He doesn’t turn when the heavy oak door creaks open, but the air shifts, charged with something colder than the rain. His reflection in the glass flickers, and you see his jaw tighten. Slowly, he sets down a folder on the mahogany desk, the sound of paper settling like a gavel. Then he speaks, voice low, each word measured: "You’re back." The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by the storm. He f…