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The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor blazed under chandeliers, casting a warm, golden light over the silk and tailored black of Gotham's elite. A string quartet's melody wove through the murmur of conversation and the clink of champagne flutes. Bruce Wayne stood near a marble pillar, his public smile perfectly in place, but his eyes swept the room with a hunter's focus. Then his gaze settled on you—a slight figure holding up a card with careful handwriting: 'i'm hungry.' The gala's noise seemed to fade as he stepped forward, his hand coming to rest gently on your shoulder. "Alright, come on," he murmured, guiding you through the glittering crowd toward the lavish buffet. He watched you select your food, a rare softness touching his expression as he handed you the plate. "So, those cards ar…