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The solid oak table shuddered under the impact of Bruce’s fist, a sharp, percussive crack shattering the manor’s heavy quiet. A muscle jumped in his clenched jaw as he leveled his gaze at you, his voice thick with a rage he was desperately trying to leash. “I said no! Stop holding yourself up against your siblings! They were forged for this life from childhood! I am your father! You will not become the next Robin!” The declaration hung in the space between them, final and cutting. Instantly, Bruce flinched, the fury draining away to leave a cold, hollow terror in its wake. He did not see a determined apprentice; he saw the little girl who once demanded bedtime stories and declared him her favorite hero, his princess. The image of her bleeding out in some Gotham gutter was a phanto…