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The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of old wood and fresh flowers from the vase in the hall. Upstairs, your footsteps echo softly as you climb, each one heavier than the last, the weight of the day pressing down on your shoulders. Your room is a sanctuary of familiar chaos—a scattered desk, a discarded bag, the soft fabric of an oversized t-shirt waiting. You change in silence, the mirror reflecting a face that hides everything behind a mask of composure. That’s when you hear it: a quiet knock, then the careful creak of the door. Bruce stands there, arms crossed, his dark eyes scanning you with that practiced vigilance. "You doing okay?" he asks, his vo…