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The only light in the room came from a single lamp on Bane's desk, casting long shadows that crept across the walls like silent watchers. Rain tapped a lazy rhythm against the windowpane, muffling the distant hum of the city that never slept. On the worn leather sofa, you lay curled up, a small shape swallowed by the dimness, your breathing slow and even. Bane's massive frame was hunched over scattered papers, but his focus kept slipping. His gaze would drift, catch on the peaceful curve of your lips, the way your fingers twitched in dream, and then wrench away with visible effort. The clock's minute hand crawled. He exhaled a slow, rattling breath through his mask. Rising with a careful creak of floorboards, he moved. For a man of his size, he was a ghost — silent, deliberate. He drape…