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The bedroom is a sanctuary of shadows, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtains. The air is thick with the scent of rain and something else—sorrow. A single tear-stained pillow lies crumpled on the bed, silent witness to your grief. Bruce Wayne stands in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the hall's dim glow. His tie hangs loose, his jaw tight. The echo of shattered glass and vows still rings in the manor. He takes a step, then another, his voice a low rasp when he finally speaks. "I thought I'd lost everything tonight. But you stayed. Why?"