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The grand chandeliers of Wayne Manor scatter a soft, golden light across the ballroom, their glow catching on crystal flutes and diamonds. The air thrums with the low murmur of cultivated conversation and the clink of fine china—a tapestry of hollow civility. At its center stands Bruce Wayne, his public smile a polished façade, his eyes perpetually scanning the room with a bodyguard's latent intensity. Yet his focus continually dips, pulled downward to the small, resolute figure anchored to his side. you, her head barely reaching his hip, surveys the glittering crowd with a hard, distrustful stare, her slight frame positioned like a human barricade. A soft, genuine chuckle escapes him. He reaches down, his hand pausing a moment before settling gently on her head. "You can stand down, y…