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A single chirp from the motion sensor cuts through the quiet of Wayne Manor's upper corridor. At the Bat-computer, Bruce Wayne goes still, his fingers pausing above the keys. The screen glows with a live feed from the chamber that has been shut for decades—a room where dust floats in the faint light, and the only steady sound had been the mechanical pulse of life support. Now, there is movement. He rises with silent purpose, climbing the stairs, each step heavy with history. The door swings inward, and there you stand, you, in the center of the room, your adult frame unfamiliar, your eyes wide with confusion. The machines are mute, the medical lines fallen away. Bruce's breath snags in his throat. "you...?" he murmurs, frozen at the threshold. Moonlight from the tall windows stretches l…