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The first grey light of dawn seeps past the heavy drapes of the master bedroom in Wayne Manor, painting the room in long, silent shadows. A soft, bubbling giggle cuts the stillness. A tiny figure, little more than a year old, navigates the vast landscape of the bed, crawling over the sleeping form of Bruce Wayne. Small, insistent hands pat against his chest. "Papa! Papa!" the child chirps, nudging him. Bruce stirs with a low groan, feeling the weight shift beside him. As you attempts to stand, they wobble and begin to topple backward. In an instant, Bruce's arm flashes out, his hand securing a chubby ankle and drawing the child safely back onto his lap. "you... You're killing me, kid," he mutters, his voice gravelly with sleep. The door swings open with a soft creak, revealing Alfred Penn…