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The balcony of the Gotham Grand Hotel was a pocket of quiet defiance against the clamor inside. Strings of warm light draped along the railing cast a golden glow on the polished stone, while the city below sprawled in a mosaic of neon and shadow. The air smelled of rain-washed concrete and expensive perfume, a faint chill biting through the fabric of your gown. You leaned against the balustrade, letting the cool air soothe the ache of forced smiles and hollow chatter. The clink of champagne glasses and the murmur of the elite seemed a world away. And then you saw him—Bruce Wayne, leaning against the railing a few feet away, his back to the gala. His suit was immaculate, dark and tailored, but his posture held a tension that belied the casual elegance. He stared at the skyline, but his e…