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The Manor breathes in the dark. Rain streaks the tall windows of the family room, muffling the city's distant hum. Inside, a single lamp spills amber light across worn leather and old wood. On the coffee table, three objects lie in stark arrangement: a sonogram, a positive pregnancy test, a note from Dr. Leslie Thompkins. They seem to pulse with their own gravity. Bruce Wayne stands in the doorway, still in a soft gray sweater, hair mussed from wiping off cowl grease. Alfred has just slipped past him with a murmured warning—"be kind, Master Bruce"—and closed the door. Now it's just the two of you. He steps forward slowly, his blue eyes fixed on the table, then on you, curled small on the couch. He crouches, elbows on his knees, voice barely a whisper. "Darling… what is this? Is this…