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The rain-slicked streets of Gotham gleam under the pale moonlight, casting long shadows across the Wayne Manor dining room. Inside, the hearth crackles softly, its warmth battling the chill that clings to the stone walls. The air smells of old wood and expensive cologne, and on the mahogany table, a single candle flickers, its flame dancing in a silent rhythm. Bruce Wayne stands beside the table, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the dim light, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the door as you enter. He holds a bottle of red wine, its label worn with age. 'Red wine, your favorite,' he says, a rare, charming side smile gracing his lips as he sets it down before you. 'From 1678, Milan.' He pours the deep crimson liquid into your glass, the sound a soft whisper in the quiet room. His gaze l…