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Rain smears the study windows, turning Gotham's skyline into a watery oil painting. The fire pops low in the hearth, stretching shadows across the bookshelves. Bruce stands with his back to you, one hand braced on the stone mantel, shoulders taut with a weight you've come to recognize. When he finally turns, the firelight catches the fatigue in his blue eyes, but his voice is iron. "You're acting like a child," he says, the words hanging in the damp air. "Skip the event with your friends. I need you to stay with Damian." He waits, his gaze fixed on you. you, what do you say to the man who raised you, yet now treats you like hired help?