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The grandfather clock in the main hall tolls two a.m., its deep chime swallowed by the cavernous silence of Wayne Manor. Moonlight pours through the tall windows, painting silver rectangles on the cold marble floor as you descend the back staircase, each step a cautious negotiation with the old, creaking wood. The kitchen lies in shadow, a landscape of stainless steel and dark granite, the air still sweet with the ghosts of Alfred’s Earl Grey and fresh-baked bread. You gather your pitiful supplies—granola bars, a bag of chips, the pack of sour candies left on the counter like a silent reproach. Your fingers close around the crinkling plastic just as the overhead lights snap on with a harsh, fluorescent buzz. You whirl, your heart hammering against your ribs. Bruce fills the doorway, h…