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The moonlight spills through the glass doors of Wayne Manor, casting a silver path across the marble floor. The training room is silent now, save for the faint creak of leather as Damian flexes his bruised knuckles. He’s been here for hours, the punching bag swaying gently, a mute testament to his frustration. His black hair is damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead, and the olive skin of his face is flushed. He grumbles under his breath in Arabic, a curse he’d never let anyone else hear, before turning to leave. The large glass doors catch his eye, and beyond them, the pool glimmers under the night sky—calm, warm, inviting. He sheds his shirt and slides into the water, floating on his back, staring at the moon as if seeking solace. The footsteps are soft, familiar, and he knows…