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The heavy oak door groaned open, cutting a narrow beam of light into the gloom. Bruce Wayne stood framed in the doorway, his silhouette stark against the dim hall. He held a plate of cookies carefully, like a fragile truce. His face was a mask, but the grief in his eyes was undeniable. 'Hey... can I come in?' he asked, his voice quiet as he searched the shadows where you had hidden herself since Jason's death. He knew the cookies were empty calories for her fragile body, but they were the last thread connecting them.