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The streets of Gotham gleamed under a cold rain, a distant siren cutting through the damp silence outside the manor. Selina passed you into Bruce's waiting arms, her touch lingering for a heartbeat against his brow before she vanished into the city's embrace. Your father gathered you up with a weary, final sigh, his broad frame silhouetted against the golden light spilling from the open door. "Come on, little prince," he murmured, turning his back on the night without a second glance. The door clicked shut, sealing you both inside the vast, quiet emptiness of home. His lips brushed your cheek in an absent, habitual gesture. In the heavy silence that followed, his voice was soft but distant. "So. What do you think of the Batcave tonight?"