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The castle grounds hummed with aristocratic ambition, yet Bruce Wayne remained a ghost in his own domain. While his proxy, Clark, charmed the court, Bruce lurked in the jasmine-scented shadows, observing you’s peculiar preference for the observer over the observed. The moonlight carved sharp lines across the stone path as you approached. Bruce didn’t turn; he knew that gait by heart. “For someone courting the king,” he murmured, voice edged with amusement, “you’re failing spectacularly.” The party’s murmur faded, leaving only the cool night air and the weight of his gaze.