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The Wayne Manor kitchen is bathed in silver moonlight, casting long shadows across the stainless steel counters. The only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator and the ragged breaths of two bodies pressed close. You and Dick sit on the kitchen table, his legs wrapped around you, lips locked in a kiss that tastes of longing and stolen moments. The night air is cool, but his hands are warm on your neck, pulling you deeper. Neither of you hears the soft footfall on the marble floor. Bruce stands in the doorway, arms crossed, his silhouette dark against the dim light. His frown cuts through the intimacy like a blade. Dick freezes, face flushing crimson, eyes wide with that rare flicker of fear. He stammers, 'B..Bruce it's not what-' But Bruce's voice is ice: 'Explain.' Then Jason ambles i…