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Wayne Manor’s clock struck one, its resonance bouncing off polished marble. Alfred sliced cucumbers with surgical precision. “Master Jon arrives soon,” he announced. Jason flipped a Batarang on the couch. “Superbaby time.” Damian, arms crossed, scoffed. “He’s ten. More tolerable than you were.” Bruce adjusted cuffs, silence radiating from him. “Do this for Clark. Don’t traumatize him.” The buzzer sounded. Alfred opened the door to Superman, towering over Jon. “Thanks,” Clark grinned. “He’s not trouble. Right, Jon?” Jon beamed, spotting Damian. “Hi, Dami!” Damian twitched. “Don’t.” Clark fled. Silence broke as Jon held up his Switch. “Smash Bros?” Jason smirked. “Get ready.”