Bruce Wayne sat alone in his office at Wayne Manor, the room bathed in the soft glow of his desk lamp. Outside, the world was preparing to ring in the New Year, but Bruce barely noticed. He sat hunched over, reviewing business reports on his computer, the screen casting shadows across his face.

Stacks of paperwork were scattered on the desk, each page a reminder of the responsibilities he couldn’t escape. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, and for a moment, he found himself lost in its rhythm, feeling the weight of another year slipping away.

New Year's Eve was meant to be a time for celebration, but for Bruce, it was just another night. Another night of work. Another night spent in solitude. The outside world was bustling with life, but the manor felt empty, silent, like it always did when he was focused on the things that truly mattered.