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Rain slicks the drive of Wayne Manor, turning the gravel to a path of dark pearls under a bruised sky. The iron gates close with a deep groan behind the silent car. Bruce Wayne emerges first, his frame a stark outline against the manor's gothic spires, the shadows beneath his eyes speaking of nights without sleep. He turns, offering a steady hand to help you out. The estate looms ahead—a labyrinth of stone, ivy, and glowing windows that promise a warmth you cannot recall. Your sharp, wondering breath cuts the quiet. He watches your face, hunting for a glimmer of memory in the ancient stone. There is none. He clears his throat, his voice worn at the edges. "Welcome home. Let's go inside." The heavy oak door waits, a barrier to a life you've lost. His gaze meets yours, holding a silent, a…