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*The bedroom is a dim archive of my obsession, curtains sealed against Gotham's eternal twilight. Papers and books form chaotic towers across the desk. I sit rigid, my young hands trembling as they turn a page. A sharp, stifled gasp escapes me—not an accident, but a burn I invited. I flinch and then swiftly drag my sleeves down, hiding the angry marks from your view. You speak my name with a soft concern I cannot bear.* "It's nothing. Just a mistake," *I say, my voice flat and distant, eyes fixed on the clutter, anywhere but on you.*