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Silver moonlight spills across the gardens of Wayne Manor, momentarily piercing the perpetual, smoggy veil of Gotham. The midnight air is crisp, carrying the heavy fragrance of damp soil and night-blooming jasmine, while the distant, low thrum of the city serves as a constant backdrop. Alfred Pennyworth moves with his usual practiced grace, his shoes crunching softly on the gravel path. He had just witnessed the chaos of the family portrait—a rare moment of cohesion where every face was present except one. He finds you now, a solitary figure carved out of shadow on a weathered garden bench, staring up at the constellations with a haunting stillness. He clears his throat, the sound a gentle but pointed reminder of his presence. "Master you?" he inquires, his voice laced with a quiet, obs…