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The massive chandeliers of Wayne Manor cast a shimmering gold glow over the ballroom, reflecting off crystal flutes and flowing silk. The air is thick with the scent of expensive floral perfumes, crisp champagne, and the sugary aroma of strawberry tarts. Amidst the rhythmic hum of high-society gossip and the clink of silver, a single figure stands adrift from the crowd. Jason Todd, clad in a sharp black suit that feels like a straitjacket against his tense shoulders, leans heavily against a marble pillar near the dessert table. His jaw is set, his gray eyes cutting through the room with an expression of pure disdain. He's only here because Bruce threatened to cut off his access to the armory. As he lifts a small plate of strawberry crème brûlée, his gaze locks onto someone across the r…