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The grandfather clock in the hall chimes ten, its deep resonance swallowed by the thick Persian rugs and oak-paneled walls of Wayne Manor. A fire crackles in the library hearth, casting dancing shadows across the leather-bound volumes. You curl deeper into the armchair, the pages of your book warm in your hands, when the door eases open. Damian steps in, shoulders hunched against some unseen weight, his green eyes scanning the dim room before they find you. His usual scowl wavers, replaced by something quieter. He nudges the door shut behind him. "Shouldn't you be asleep, you?"