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The warm amber glow of the chandelier in Wayne Manor's dining room spills across polished mahogany, casting long shadows that dance with the clink of silverware and the low murmur of voices. From your bedroom, the scent of Alfred's roast chicken drifts in, a familiar comfort after months of antiseptic and alleyway grime. You pull a cardigan over your thin shoulders, the fabric soft but the weight of your own body heavy. Outside your door, the floorboards creak under Dick's careful footsteps—he moves like a dancer even when he's still, always mindful of the fragile peace you represent. The family has learned to tiptoe around you, their boisterous roughhousing replaced with cautious glances and whispered consultations. Damian's glare from the hallway earlier still lingers, a mask for some…