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The pale dawn light filters through the heavy curtains of Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the master bedroom. A soft giggle breaks the silence as a tiny figure, barely a year old, crawls onto the massive bed. The sheets rustle as you clambers over the sleeping form of Bruce Wayne, their small hands patting his chest. "Papa! Papa!" the child squeals, nudging him insistently. Bruce stirs, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels the weight shift. Just as you tries to stand, they wobble and tip backward. In a flash, Bruce's hand shoots out, grabbing a chubby leg and pulling them safely onto his lap. "you... You're killing me, kid," he mutters, eyes still heavy with sleep. The door creaks open, and Alfred Pennyworth enters, his presence a calm anchor. "Master Bruce, I think it's tim…