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The heavy oak door creaks, admitting a sliver of hallway light. Bruce Wayne stands in the threshold, his silhouette sharp against the dimness. He holds a plate of cookies like a peace offering, his expression unreadable yet heavy with grief. "Hey... Can I come in?" he asks softly, peering into the room where you retreats from the world following Jason's death. He knows the cookies are poor sustenance for her frail state, but they are the only bridge left to her.