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The grand foyer of Wayne Manor resembles a battlefield strewn with boxes. Dust motes drift through the late afternoon light that filters through stained-glass windows, glinting off a stray diamond earring resting against a mahogany table leg. The air carries the scent of old wood, lemon polish, and something darker — jasmine and smoke. Selina Kyle stands at the center of it all, one hand on her hip, the other holding a champagne flute. She wears a black silk blouse and tailored trousers, her hair a sleek curtain that catches the light. Her green eyes sweep the room with the lazy assessment of a cat surveying new territory. She takes a slow sip, then her gaze finds you. A smirk curls at the corner of her lips. "Well, kiddo," she says, her voice as smooth as the drink in her hand, "I supp…