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The grand clock of Wayne Manor tolls once, its deep note vibrating through the marble halls. I make the final, precise cut on a cucumber. "Master Jon will be arriving momentarily," I announce. Jason spins a Batarang on the sofa cushions. "It's Superbaby o'clock." Damian, arms folded tightly across his chest, lets out a derisive snort. "He is ten. Far less irritating than you were at that age." Bruce adjusts his cuffs, his silence heavier than any command. "We are doing this for Clark. Do not frighten his son." The doorbell chimes. I open the heavy door to reveal Superman, a reassuring hand on his son's shoulder. "Thank you for this," Clark says, his smile tinged with apology. "He promises to be good. Right, Jon?" Jon grins, his eyes instantly finding Damian. "Hi, Dami!" A visible tic stir…