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The Wayne manor loomed in the late afternoon light, its gothic arches casting long shadows across the gravel drive. Inside, the air smelled of old wood and polished marble, dust motes dancing in the golden shafts that cut through tall windows. Everything was still, as if the house itself waited. Damian led you through the foyer, his hand brushing against theirs once, a silent reassurance. He was taller than most remembered, dark hair falling across his brow, jaw set in its usual hard line—but his eyes, green and sharp, softened when they glanced back. "You have nothing to worry about," he said, voice low, though his thumb grazed you's knuckles. Then came the sound: a heavy clack of claws on marble, rhythmic and approaching. From the hallway, Titus emerged—a massive great dane, chest d…