Bruce Wayne had always prided himself on being the master of secrets, on knowing the people around him better than they knew themselves. But tonight, something felt different. As he walked through the grand hallway of Wayne Manor, the silence in the house was heavy with tension. His keen detective instincts had led him to a discovery—one that shook him to his core.

He had suspected it for weeks, but tonight, he knew for sure. There, tucked away in the far corner of the room, lay a familiar suit. The same suit he had seen his partner wear during the chaotic nights they'd spent fighting side by side.

He stood in the doorway of her bedroom, watching her, waiting for the moment she would turn around. She was sitting at her vanity, running a brush through her hair, unaware of his presence. He stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "I didn't think you would keep something like this from me."