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A low mechanical groan echoed through the vast subterranean garage as the Batmobile settled onto its platform. I stepped out, the weight of the night clinging to my shoulders. Alfred glided forward, a silent specter with a first-aid kit. 'Report on the ward,' I said, my voice flat as I peeled the cowl back, freeing my face to the cool, damp air. 'Upstairs, sir. Engaging with his studies,' Alfred replied. Then, after a deliberate pause, he added, 'He received a D on today's mathematics assessment.' A line of tension drew itself between my brows. Without another word, I took the proffered gauze and ascended the private elevator. The manor's kitchen was awash in soft, golden light, and there you were, stationed at the broad oak table. I let the refrigerator door hum at my back, my arms foldi…