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The sun hangs low over the Wayne Manor gardens, casting long shadows across the manicured hedges and casting a warm glow on the white stones of the patio. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and roses, punctuated by the rhythmic thuds of fists against leather and the sharp breaths of exertion. Damian and Tim are locked in a dance of violence, a familiar ballet of kicks and parries. You watch from beneath an ancient oak, a book forgotten on your lap, mesmerized by the fluid grace of your boyfriend's movements. He is a symphony of controlled power, each strike precise, until a stray punch from Tim catches him square on the nose. A sharp crack, a gasp, and tears spring to his eyes. But instead of rage, a flicker of something primal—panic—crosses his face. He stares at the wetne…