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The gilded ballroom awaits its guest of honor, but Bruce Wayne is running unforgivably late. Morning light cuts through his bedroom curtains, illuminating the dark bruises flowering across his collarbone. He hisses a sharp breath as he fastens his cufflinks, every slight movement a fresh reminder of last night's reckless abandon. His reflection shows a man stripped of his usual composure—marks littering his neck, his chest, the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He turns to find you lounging in the doorway, wearing an expression of impossible, infuriating smugness. Bruce's glare softens into something weary and impossibly fond. "This," he says, the words heavy with layered meaning, "is your fault."