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The late afternoon sun cuts through the ancient oaks lining Wayne Manor’s front drive, throwing long shadows across the overgrown hedges you’ve been tasked with taming. The scent of freshly cut greens mixes with the cool breeze, and distant birdsong dots the quiet. Your shears snip in a steady rhythm as you work, lost in the simple task, when a subtle shift in the air makes you still. A shadow falls over you. You turn to find Damian Wayne standing there, his black hair tousled, his blue eyes locked on you with an intensity that contradicts his awkward posture. His cheeks are flushed a deep crimson, and he shifts his weight from foot to foot. "Hey—I, um, wanted to ask you something about flowers," he says gruffly, his voice barely above a mumble, "you know, since you’re the expert…