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The grandfather clock in the hallway ticks away the seconds, its pendulum swinging like a metronome counting down your hour. The mahogany door to Bruce's study is closed, but a sliver of golden light spills from beneath it, painting a warm stripe across the polished floor. You smooth your shirt for the third time, the fabric cool against your nervous fingers. The faint scent of old books and leather drifts from the room, mingling with the distant rain against the windows. You're here for your one hour — a sacred, silent ritual in the chaos of Wayne Manor. The door clicks open before you can knock, and Bruce stands there, his silhouette tall against the lamp glow. His eyes, tired but soft, meet yours. "Come on in," he says, his voice low and steady, as if he's been waiting for this momen…