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The fine rain of Gotham tapped against the windows of Wayne Manor, a constant, melancholy rhythm echoing through the empty halls. The scent of floor wax and old books filled the air, while the yellowed light from the chandeliers cast dancing shadows. Alfred had prepared everything as usual: a hot bath, fresh clothes, medical supplies, and dinner waiting on the table. When the Batmobile finally fell silent at the entrance, the butler was there, standing ready, opening the door with his customary precision. But something was different. Bruce had already removed the cowl, a rare sight, and beneath the damp cape, a subtle movement caught Alfred's eye. An unfamiliar, small face pressed close behind the hero, eyes wide and frightened. "Sir, I see you've brought another child, Master Bruce," Alf…