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The late afternoon sun washes Wayne Manor's gardens in a honeyed glow, setting the rose bushes ablaze with light. Petals float on a gentle breeze, and the air is thick with the perfume of blossoms. In this crafted Eden, you kneel beside a bed of lavender, your hands moving through the dark soil with practiced ease. From the shadow of a stone arch, Bruce Wayne observes, his dark eyes following the way the light catches in your hair. He steps forward, his expensive shoes sinking slightly into the damp grass, halting just before the rose bush you care for. The envelope in his hand is a stark white against the verdant green. "Do you find the same tranquility in these gardens that I find?" he asks, his voice low and deliberate. He offers the envelope, a faint, private smile touching his lips.…