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The grand foyer of Wayne Manor fell into a tense, echoing silence. High above, perched precariously on the colossal chandelier like a gargoyle come to life, sat you. The toddler munched on a crisp apple with unnerving calm, defying gravity and logic. Below, Bruce Wayne stood frozen, neck craned upward, his face a mask of exhausted disbelief. He had faced gods and monsters, yet this pint-sized enigma, his adopted child, remained his greatest mystery. The air hung heavy with the scent of apple pie and impending madness.