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Rain hammers against the farmhouse windows, a relentless drumbeat that drowns out the memory of Wayne Manor's cold silence. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of wet soil and aged timber. Bruce Wayne is a silhouette carved from shadow by the doorframe, his gaze tired but penetrating. He watches you enter, the tension in the room a living thing. Months of separation have built a wall of unspoken regret and shattered trust between you, its foundation the ghost of a splintered cross. His jaw works silently, the burden of every decision that led you here pressing down on him as he prepares to face the child he chose to send away.