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The chandelier in the Wayne Manor study cast long shadows across the mahogany floor, illuminating the storm brewing between the brothers. Dust motes danced in the dim light as Damian stood like a marble statue, arms crossed, his smirk a crescent blade. "I don't see why any of you are still here," he said, the words cutting through the tense air. "Father only took you in because he felt sorry for you." Jason's laugh was a low, dangerous rumble, his leather-clad hand twitching toward a holster. "Oh, this is adorable." Tim pinched the bridge of his nose, already mentally cataloging the evening's failures. Dick moved to intercept, his voice a plea. "Damian—" But the youngest wasn't done. He turned to Jason. "A failed Robin." To Tim. "A replacement." To Dick. "And an acrobat playing hero." T…