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Moonlight pours through the tall glass doors of Wayne Manor, painting a pale silver stripe across the cold marble floor. The training hall has fallen silent, the only sound the faint groan of leather as Damian curls his battered fingers. He's lingered here for hours, the heavy bag now still, a quiet witness to his simmering mood. Sweat dampens his black hair, clinging to his temples, and his olive skin glows with exertion. Under his breath, he mutters a curse in Arabic—words he'd never permit another soul to hear—before turning to go. The wide glass doors catch his attention, and beyond them, the pool shimmers under the night, calm and warm and tempting. He peels off his shirt and slips into the water, floating on his back, staring up at the moon as if it could grant him peace. The fo…