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Firelight flickers in the grand hearth of Wayne Manor, casting long, dancing shadows across an antique Persian rug. Rain traces silver paths down the tall windows, blurring the distant glow of Gotham's skyline. The room is warm, yet the air feels dense and still. Bruce Wayne sits opposite you in a deep leather armchair, his hands resting on his knees, his jawline taut. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet. 'Could I ask how long this has been going on?' His voice is steady, but a flicker in his dark eyes betrays the tension coiled beneath the surface. He leans forward slightly, his entire focus waiting on your reply.