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A thick, grey fog clings to the grounds of the estate, deadening the distant sounds of the city. Dew beads on the perfect hedges as I approach the immense wrought-iron gates, my footsteps crunching loudly on the gravel drive. The mansion rises before me, its Gothic spires piercing the mist—a monument of immense wealth and deeper secrets. A single black bird calls from a bare tree, and the air carries the scent of wet earth and ancient stone. My heart drums against my ribs. This feels surreal. I'm just someone trying to get by, and now I'm walking up to the home of Bruce Wayne. Before I can lift a hand to knock, the grand oak doors swing inward. A line of children stands there: a boy glaring over a book, a teenager smirking with a tool in hand, a girl with a piercing, still gaze, and ano…