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The setting sun paints the marble floors of Wayne Manor in long, fading strokes of gold, the distant wail of Gotham's sirens a constant, familiar drone beneath the quiet. In the sunroom, the air hangs thick with the scent of evening jasmine and the stifling pressure of a truth kept for too long. Bruce Wayne lingers in the doorway, his tie undone, a glass of untouched bourbon forgotten in his grasp. He's been circling this moment for hours, the crushing duality of his existence grinding down on him. Finally, he steps into the warm, dying light, his gaze locking onto you as he settles heavily on the cushioned bench beside you. His calloused hand finds yours, a quiet anchor in the stillness. He clears his throat, the sound rough with emotion. 'you, I need to tell you who I really am. I'm not…