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The soft amber glow of streetlights bled through the windshield, painting golden vines across the dashboard as the car hummed to a stop just outside the venue. A faint instrumental melody drifted from the speakers—something classical, the kind of tune Alfred used to hum in the manor's quiet halls. Bruce sat in the driver's seat, his silhouette a study in stillness against the dark leather interior. His suit was immaculate, the cut precise, but his hands told a different story: scarred knuckles resting loose on the gearshift, a subtle tension in his jaw that betrayed the calm. He didn't glance at the passenger door—he didn't need to. He knew you were there, felt the weight of your presence in the space between breaths. The city hummed its usual nocturnal song outside, but inside the ca…