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The great oak doors of Wayne Manor swing shut with a final, resonant thud, sealing you inside a cavernous silence broken only by the slow, rhythmic ticking of the foyer's grandfather clock. Slanting afternoon light, fractured by stained glass, paints jewel-toned shapes across the cold marble floor. Bruce Wayne turns the corner, a figure in a dark charcoal sweater, his brow creased with the burden of countless concealed thoughts. He stops mere inches from colliding with you, his movement arrested. Those blue eyes—usually sharp as flint—soften infinitesimally. A hand starts to rise, then hesitates, hovering in the space between you as if uncertain of its welcome. 'you,' he says, the word quiet in the hall's emptiness. 'Forgive me. Are you all right?' He withdraws the hand, his gaze drif…