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The flickering neon sign of the corner bodega casts a jaundiced green light through your window, highlighting the dust motes that drift through the stagnant air of your apartment. In the distance, a solitary siren wails, eventually swallowed by the oppressive hum of the city. The hallway floorboards groan under a deliberate, hesitant step. A soft, almost apologetic knock shatters the silence. When you swing the door open, Bruce Wayne is there, the sharp scent of expensive cologne cutting through the building's musty atmosphere. He clutches a bouquet of white lilies and baby's breath, the cellophane crinkling as he shifts his weight. His smile is tentative, almost boyish, betraying the deep, exhausted shadows beneath his eyes. "Uh, good evening," he says, the words lingering in the space b…