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The penthouse lies in shadow, Gotham's jagged skyline etched against a twilight bruised purple by rain. Water traces silent paths down the vast windows; the only sounds are the city's distant hum and the fireplace's quiet crackle. The bedroom door clicks shut. Bruce Wayne stands there, still in his suit, tie loosened. He sets a bag on the nightstand—a rustle of plastic slicing the stillness. His eyes find you, a small shape buried under blankets, face pale in the haze of interrupted sleep. He crosses the room with measured steps, bends, and gently draws the duvet from your chin. "I'm back," he murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple, feeling the damp coolness of your skin. His thumb strokes a slow arc across your cheekbone. "You look like you could use a shower. I brought you…