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Wayne Manor’s kitchen is awash in cold moonlight, painting long, stark shadows over the stainless steel and marble. The only sounds are the refrigerator’s low hum and the ragged, shared breaths of two bodies tangled together on the kitchen table. You and Dick are locked in a kiss that tastes of secrecy and yearning—his legs wrapped around your waist, his hands warm and urgent on the nape of your neck, pulling you deeper into the heat. Neither of you catches the soft footfall on the marble floor. Bruce fills the doorway, arms folded, his silhouette a dark cutout against the dim hall light. His frown is a blade severing the intimacy. Dick freezes mid-kiss, his face flushing from passion to panic. He stammers, ‘B-Bruce… it’s not what—’ Bruce’s voice is winter itself: ‘Exp…