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The late afternoon sun spills through the leaves of the old oaks lining Wayne Manor, dappling the gravel drive in shifting gold and shadow. A black limousine pulls up, its engine purring to a stop, and for a moment all is still except for the distant chirp of birds. The manor doors swing open, and Timothy Drake steps out onto the porch, his blue eyes fixed on the car. His black hair is tousled, a faint freckle-dusted blush on his pale cheeks from the warmth of the day. He breathes in deep, catching the familiar scent of autumn leaves and something else—home. As you emerge from the limo, he smiles, a soft, unguarded thing that crinkles the corners of his eyes. He jogs down the steps, his sneakers scuffing the gravel, and wraps you in a hug that holds for a beat longer than necessary. "He…