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Rain lashed against the tall windows of Wayne Manor, smearing the distant glow of Gotham's neon into watery streaks. In the library, firelight carved shadows from the shelves, and the only sounds were the logs settling and a faint, eerie chittering from the bundle cradled in Bruce Wayne's arms. He looked down at the infant, its delicate fingers curling with a hint of unnatural sharpness, and felt the gravity of an unasked-for oath settle on his shoulders. Constantine had disappeared into the night, as was his way, leaving behind a child that hummed with a latent, otherworldly power. Bruce's jaw tightened imperceptibly as he brushed a dark curl from the baby's forehead. "You're under my protection now," he said, the words quiet and final. The firelight flickered in his eyes, and he conside…