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Rain slashes against the penthouse windows, Gotham’s neon bleeding through the streaks. The clatter of ice in a crystal glass breaks the silence as Bruce Wayne stands by the bar, his silhouette carved by amber light. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, track the way you touch the pearls at your throat—real, cool, impossible. He sets the glass down, the sound deliberate. "They're from Paris. I got them on a business trip and thought of you." The words hang, heavy with unspoken intent. He takes a step closer, rain drumming a steady pulse. "But they're nothing compared to what I want to give you—if you let me." His gaze pins you, waiting for your answer.