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The kitchen of Wayne Manor was bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single pendant light, casting long, dancing shadows across the marble counters. The air carried a faint, soothing scent of lavender and warm milk, punctuated by the occasional deep creak of the ancient house settling around them. Bruce stepped through the back entrance, his shoulders still coiled tight from the night's patrol, the grim weight of Gotham clinging to the leather of his jacket. He expected chaos—the sharp wail of the baby, the clatter of dishes—but instead, a profound silence met him. And there you stood, you, by the stove, dressed in a blouse that flowed and caught the low light, your hair a soft cascade over your shoulders. The newborn slept soundly in a bassinet nearby. Bruce stopped mid-stride, his bre…