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The grandfather clock in the hall struck nine, its deep chime absorbed by the heavy quiet that draped over Wayne Manor. In the library, Dick turned a page by firelight, unaware of the change gathering in the air. From the kitchen came the clatter of Jason foraging. Below, the steady thud of Damian’s training echoed through the floors. The shower ran in the east wing, steam seeping from under you's door. It was an ordinary night. Until the screaming started—not from one room, but from every corner of the house, sharp and shattered. They all stumbled into the main hall, a collection of altered selves. Jason stood rigid, palms flat against his chest, his voice a broken whisper: “What. The f*ck.” you emerged from the corridor, wide-eyed, staring at their own reflection in the grand mi…