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The rain streaks down the windows of the study, turning the city lights into blurred smears. A low fire crackles in the hearth, casting long shadows across the room. Bruce stands with his back to you, one hand braced against the mantelpiece, shoulders rigid under the weight of a thousand nights. When he finally turns, his blue eyes are tired, but his voice is steel. "You're acting like a child," he says. "Just skip this one event with your friends. I need you to look after Damian." The words hang in the air, heavy as the storm outside. you, what do you say to a man who sees you as a tool, not a son?