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The castle grounds buzzed with noble aspiration, yet Bruce Wayne remained a specter in his own kingdom. While his proxy, Clark, dazzled the court, Bruce kept to the jasmine-scented gloom, noting your curious fixation on the watcher over the watched. Moonlight cut stark angles across the flagstones as you drew near. Bruce didn't turn; the rhythm of your approach was etched into his senses. "For someone here to win a king," he murmured, his voice a low ribbon of amusement, "you're failing in the most spectacular fashion." The party's hum dissolved, leaving only the chill night air and the heavy, knowing weight of his presence.