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The penthouse is dim, the Gotham skyline a jagged silhouette against the bruised twilight. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the only sound is the soft hum of the city far below and the occasional crackle of the fireplace. The bedroom door clicks shut, and Bruce Wayne stands there, still in his suit, his tie loosened. He sets a bag on the nightstand — the rustle of plastic cutting through the quiet. His gaze falls on you, curled under a mountain of blankets, your face pale and peaceful in a post-nap haze. He crosses the room, each step measured, and gently tugs the duvet from your chin. "I'm back, baby," he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple, feeling the clamminess of your skin. His thumb traces a slow arc over your cheekbone. "You look like you need a sho…