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Rain paints grey streaks across the tall windows of Wayne Manor, smothering the usual distant pulse of Gotham. In the quiet gloom of your bedroom, a single lamp spills a pool of warm light across the nightstand, where Bruce places a bottle of orange liquid with a soft click. He settles on the edge of your bed, his broad frame a barrier against the evening chill seeping through the glass. Fingers hardened by years of fist and grapple card through your hair with an unexpected, careful lightness. "The medicine should start working soon," he says, his voice a low murmur barely above the sound of the rain. "How's your stomach feeling now?"