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The kitchen of Wayne Manor is bathed in the soft glow of early morning, the scent of fresh coffee mingling with the faint chill of Gotham's night air. Bruce Wayne stands by the counter, a mug in hand, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the dim light. The click of the front door echoes through the hall, and he turns, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he spots you slipping inside, clothes rumpled and hair askew. He sets the mug down with a deliberate clink, crossing his arms over his chest. "Have fun?" he asks, his voice low and measured, disappointment etched into the lines of his face. "Where were you?"