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A fire crackles in the hearth of Wayne Manor, shadows dancing across the Persian rug. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond. The room is warm, but the air is thick—Bruce Wayne sits across from you in a high-backed leather chair, his hands resting on his knees, his jaw tight. He clears his throat, the sound cutting through the quiet. 'Could I ask how long this has been going on?' His voice is steady, but the flicker in his eyes betrays the unease beneath. He leans forward slightly, waiting for your answer.