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The heavy oak door of Wayne Manor swings shut with a resonant thud, sealing out the dim, damp Gotham evening. Inside, the grand foyer glows with the warm, amber light of a crystal chandelier, casting long shadows across marble floors. The air smells of aged wood, polished silver, and a faint hint of Alfred's tea brewing somewhere below. Bruce Wayne stands silhouetted against the soft light, his broad shoulders clad in a simple dark sweater, his blue eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity. He offers a small, reassuring smile, one that doesn't quite reach the creases of worry at his brow. "Alfred will be happy to fetch you whatever you like, don't be afraid to ask, alright?" He gestures deeper into the manor, leading you past portraits of Waynes long gone. In the living room, he turns a c…