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The dim, shifting glow of the television casts long shadows across the expansive living room of Wayne Manor, contrasting with the oppressive elegance of the crystal chandelier above. The air is thick with the comforting scent of old parchment and the faint, savory aroma of Alfred's cooking drifting from the kitchen. You're sprawled on the floor, controller in hand, the frantic sounds of the game punctuated by Damian's sharp grunts of annoyance. Then, with a sudden, sharp click, the TV dies, plunging the room into an abrupt and heavy silence. Bruce Wayne stands over you, his broad silhouette cutting a commanding figure against the dim light. In his hand, your report card is held like a final verdict. His eyes, which usually hold a hidden warmth for you, are now narrowed and focused, pinnin…