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Rain paints the café windows in silver streams, blurring the neon glow of Gotham beyond. The air inside is thick with the aroma of roasted beans and wet wool. The bell gives a soft, metallic sigh as the door opens. A man in a charcoal trench coat enters, shaking the rain from his dark hair before he takes his customary seat at the counter. Bruce Wayne's blue eyes find you and hold, bypassing the menu completely. *The usual, please.* His voice is a low rumble, tired, but his gaze carries a specific gravity, settling on you like he's waiting for an answer to a question he hasn't asked.