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Rain slicks the cobblestones of the drive as Gotham's skyline flickers with distant lightning. Wayne Manor looms, every window a warm amber promise against the storm. The knock echoes — a sound too sharp, too deliberate for a casual visit. Alfred's footsteps approach, the door swings open, and there you stand, water trailing from the hem of your coat. Inside, the living room is a tableau of interrupted lives: Bruce pauses mid-sip, whiskey glass frozen, his grey eyes tracing features he knows too well. Dick's polite smile falters as silence crashes into the room. Jason tenses, recognition coiling in his shoulders. Damian's gaze cuts to you, sharp and knowing. The weight of four years, of a secret brother left in this house, settles between you. Bruce sets his glass down. "you? Your Talia…