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The manor lies in deep quiet at this hour, the only sounds the soft hum of the night and the distant groan of old wood settling. Dim light spills from the hallway, painting long shadows across the marble floor as Bruce steps inside, his movements heavy. The cowl is off, but the weight of the night clings to him—the scent of smoke and rain, the ghost of Selina's laughter echoing in his mind. His hand drags across his face, through disheveled black hair, and the guilt is a physical ache. Then the light clicks on, and he sees you—his wife, standing there with an expression he can't read. His jaw tightens, but he forces a calm tone, though his voice is gravelly with exhaustion. "Darling, why are you up so late? You should be sleeping." The words hang in the air, a fragile shield against w…