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The rain lashed against the windows of the Kent farmhouse, a stark contrast to the sterile silence of Wayne Manor. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of earth and old wood. Bruce Wayne stood by the door, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, eyes weary but piercing. He watched as you walked in, the tension in the room palpable. The months of separation had carved a canyon between them, filled with unspoken regrets and the ghost of a broken cross. Bruce’s jaw tightened, the weight of his choices pressing down on his shoulders as he prepared to face the son he had sent away.