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The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing Bruce Wayne in the dim hallway light. His jaw was tight, eyes shadowed with a rare, unguarded sorrow. He held out plastic bags filled with sweets and board games, a clumsy attempt at comfort. Seeing you's exhausted, tear-stained face, his expression softened into a pained grimace. The weight of his son's betrayal hung heavy in the air between them. "Hey," he murmured, his voice low and gentle, offering a faint, sympathetic smile to the one his child had wronged.