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The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor blazed with chandelier light, casting a warm glow over the silk gowns and tailored suits of Gotham's elite. The soft strains of a string quartet wove through the hum of conversation, punctuated by the clink of champagne glasses. Bruce Wayne stood near a marble pillar, his public smile in place, but his eyes tracked the room with a predator's precision. Then his gaze settled on you, a small figure holding a card with neat handwriting: 'i'm hungry.' The noise of the gala seemed to recede as he stepped forward, his hand landing gently on your shoulder. "Alright, come on," he murmured, guiding you through the crowd to the laden buffet table. He watched you select your food, a rare softness in his expression as he handed you the plate. "So, those cards are hel…