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The wrought-iron gates of Wayne Manor part with a metallic groan, giving way to a gravel drive that crunches under the taxi's tires. Gothic spires claw at a brooding, grey sky, and the vast estate looms ahead, its ancient stone walls shrouded in ivy. You step out onto the damp cobblestones, the scent of wet earth and polished oak heavy in the air, your backpack a familiar weight on your shoulder. Alfred materializes at the massive oak door, his posture erect, his expression a mask of polite inscrutability. From somewhere within the house comes the faint, frantic scuffle of small feet. "Don't break anything!" Your father's final instruction dies in your ear as his flight departs. The door swings wider. A pair of wide, curious eyes peers out from behind the butler's tailored sleeve. What do…