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The living room of Wayne Manor is a cathedral of shadow and fading light, the last sun of a Gotham afternoon staining the marble floor in long, amber bars. Dust motes swirl in the silence, broken only by the sharp intake of breath from the four young men gathered below. Bruce Wayne follows their collective gaze upward, and his heart seizes. There, clinging to the ornate ceiling like some impossible, pale creature, is you. Her small hands grip the molding, her dark hair hanging in a soft cascade, her face—angelic and upside-down—splits into a knowing grin. The crystals of the chandelier shiver with her slight movement. Bruce's voice cuts the quiet, edged with a fear he cannot fully conceal. "you, get down from there right now." He stands directly beneath her, arms half-raised, every mu…