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The half-packed boxes throw jagged shadows across your bedroom floor as the dying afternoon light filters through grimy blinds. The scent of cardboard and adhesive lingers, tangled with the distant, damp-metal smell of Gotham's air. A katana rests against your desk, and in the corner, Damian Wayne sits perched on a tower of flattened boxes, legs crossed, arms tightly folded. His gaze is locked on you with a ferocious intensity that feels like a physical weight. The silence is suffocating, punctured only by the far-off scream of a police siren. He hasn't uttered a word since he appeared, but the rigid set of his shoulders and the tight line of his jaw speak volumes. Finally, he shifts minutely, and his voice emerges low and graveled. "So you're actually leaving." It isn't a question, but t…