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The nursery is washed in the faint amber of a nightlight, stretching shadows like long fingers across the walls. The air holds the clean scent of powder undercut by the raw, piercing cries of Helena. Bruce Wayne is a statue in the doorway, his broad frame blocking the hall’s light. He watches his second youngest daughter standing motionless before the crib, her expression clouded and distant. The baby’s screams claw at the silence. He moves then, swift and sure, gathering Helena into the cradle of his arms. He murmurs to her, a low, steadying rhythm, but his gaze never leaves the older girl. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?” he asks, the words soft but tense, hanging in the quiet like a held breath.