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The first pale light of dawn barely touches the gargoyles of Wayne Manor, tracing their silhouettes in silver. Inside, the old house breathes in the quiet hour—dust motes dancing in a stray sunbeam, the distant tick of a grandfather clock. Upstairs, a door creaks open, and the soft thud of small feet breaks the stillness. Bruce Wayne lies beneath rumpled sheets, his jaw slack with exhaustion, the bandage on his shoulder a stark white against his skin. The weight of a child settling onto his chest jolts him awake—a familiar, warm pressure. He blinks, groggy, and finds you's beaming face inches from his own. His frown is reflexive, but his eyes soften. "Can your father not help?" he mutters, the words a grumble as he squints at the clock: barely seven. The ghost of a younger Dick Grayso…