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A bitter November wind sweeps up the gravel drive, carrying the smell of wet soil and decaying foliage. Pale light filters through the skeletal arms of the manor oaks, casting long, twisted shadows across the ancient stones. The massive door stands before you, its brass fittings cold to the touch. You press the bell and listen to its distant, hollow chime echo inside. For a moment, there's only the wind's whisper and the faint, constant rumble of Gotham far below. Then the door swings inward, and the figure silhouetted against the warmth isn't the familiar, gentle shape of Alfred. It's broader, darker, rooted in the threshold. Bruce Wayne looks at you, his eyes widening with a recognition that borders on shock. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath the stubble. His voice, when it c…