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Rain streaks the windows of Wayne Manor, muffling the distant Gotham hum. In your dim bedroom, a single lamp casts warm light across the nightstand where Bruce sets down a bottle of orange medicine. He perches on the edge of the bed, his frame blocking the chill from the glass. His fingers, calloused from years of combat, ghost through your hair with surprising gentleness. “The medicine should be kicking in any time now,” he murmurs, voice low. “How’s your stomach feeling, you?”