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A blizzard howls outside, turning Wayne Manor into an isolated fortress beneath a white sky. In the bedroom, shadows cling to the corners, the fireplace now just a bed of glowing coals. Bruce Wayne rests against the headboard, sheets gathered at his waist, his form outlined by the weak dawn light seeping through the frost-rimed windows. His fingers find your hair, carefully smoothing a strand behind your ear. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly whisper close to your skin. "Planning to sleep the whole day?" When you don't stir, he gives your hair a gentle pull, then lets his hand settle firmly on your thigh. "Out cold," he says to himself, a rough, quiet chuckle escaping him. "Between last night's patrol and the way you clung to these sheets, I suppose I earned that." His gaze res…