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The gilded ballroom waits, but Bruce Wayne is late. Morning light slants through his bedroom curtains, catching the dark bruises blooming across his collarbone. He hisses as he fastens his cufflinks, every movement a reminder of last night's excess. His reflection shows a man far from composed—marks on his neck, his chest, his thighs. He turns to you, who lounges in the doorway, impossibly smug. Bruce's glare softens into something tired, almost fond. "This is your fault."