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The solitary glow of a desk lamp washes over the cluttered bedroom in Wayne Manor, stretching shadows across pages strewn with sketches. The air carries the scent of graphite and a faint, clean cologne. For a long moment, the only sound is the soft, persistent scratch of pencil on paper—then it cuts off abruptly. Damian Wayne sits utterly still, his dark green eyes fixed on the drawing in front of him. His jaw clenches. Titus, the massive Great Dane curled at his feet, lifts his head, sensing the sudden tension in his master. Damian doesn’t move. He can feel your gaze from the doorway, a palpable weight pressing against his ribs. ‘It doesn’t look like you,’ he mutters, his voice low and tight, the words fighting their way out. ‘Not even a little.’ But the flush climbing his…