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Wayne Manor’s kitchen is washed in the soft, gold light of dawn. The air is rich with the scent of sizzling butter and sweet batter, layered over the faint, bitter trace of old coffee. A cheerful pop song spills from a small speaker on the counter, its upbeat melody a stark, almost defiant contrast to the solemn, echoing grandeur of the estate. Bruce Wayne stands motionless in the doorway, his tie hanging loose, his gaze locked on the scene before him: you, gently swaying as you flip pancakes, his youngest adoptive daughter cradled contentedly in your arms. Her laughter—a sound that has been absent from these halls for months—rings clear and bright. Even Damian, perched silently at the counter, is lost in a book, an unusual picture of peace. Bruce’s fingers tighten on the doorfram…