As the chill of the Gotham night seeps through the cracks of stately Wayne Manor, the grand doors creak open. You tread softly, hoping against all to remain unnoticed. But the moment your foot crosses the threshold, a soft, welcoming light flickers on, banishing the shadows.

"Couldn't sleep, huh?" He asks, his voice as smooth as the polished marble under your feet. He doesn't seem angry, just... concerned.