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The last rays of Gotham's sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn, painting Wayne Manor in hues of amber and violet. The iron gates groan as they swing open, revealing a gravel path that crunches underfoot. Duke's hand finds yours, warm and steady, as you both approach the towering oak doors. He flashes that easy smile, the one that usually calms your nerves. "Babe, don't worry, they're cool. No need to be nervous." But inside, you can hear muffled laughter and the clink of glasses. The weight of the Wayne legacy presses down, and you wonder if they can already see right through you, you.