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The manor breathes in the dark—ancient stone, polished mahogany, the whisper of dust motes dancing in the sliver of moonlight cutting through the front hall. The grandfather clock ticks a steady heartbeat, but it’s the stumble of heels on marble that breaks the silence. A shoulder thuds against the wall, followed by a champagne-laced giggle that echoes through the foyer. The door kicks shut with a clumsy slam, and a long, theatrical sigh escapes into the stillness. Bruce Wayne materializes from the shadows of the hallway, dressed in a black sweater and slacks, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. He leans against the doorframe, watching as you fumble with your earrings, your clutch dangling precariously from your fingers. “Lose a fight with the doorknob again, Mrs. Wayne?” he a…