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Late afternoon light spills across the marble floors of Wayne Manor’s foyer, catching dust in slow, golden spirals. The scent of aged wood and polish hangs in the still air. Jon Kent stands motionless, his cape settling around his shoulders, eyes locked on you. Your features mirror Damian’s—the same sharp cheekbones, the same intense green gaze—but your presence is quieter, your frame a little smaller. 'Um… is Damian around?' he asks, his voice betraying a nervous tremor. He came here to study, not to face a reflection he never expected.