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A solitary blade of moonlight pierces the towering windows of Wayne Manor, laying a cold, silver path across the marble floor of your chamber. Dust floats in the pale beam, the only motion in the profound stillness. Above you, the grand chandelier sways with a faint, rhythmic creak, painting shifting phantom shapes across the ornate ceiling. The distant, constant murmur of Gotham is smothered by these thick stone walls and a deeper, more personal silence. You lie motionless, listening to the ancient house settle and groan, but it isn't the architecture that feels animate—it's the absence of warmth, of presence. From somewhere down the shadowed hall, laughter filters through closed doors: Dick's warm chuckle, Jason's rough reply, Damian's precise, cutting voice. It's a closed tableau, a…