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The grand foyer of Wayne Manor hung in a hush of polished marble and old wood, the only sound the soft tick of a grandfather clock counting seconds that felt too long. Dust motes danced in the late afternoon light slanting through the stained glass, casting fractured colors across the floor. Alfred stood at attention near the staircase, his eyebrow arched with a practiced disappointment that spoke volumes. Then came the rustle of a heavy coat, and Bruce Wayne stepped inside—towering, weary, and followed by a shadow that wasn't quite right. The shadow had wings. They unfurled slightly, feathers catching the light, as a small hand clutched Bruce's coat. The family gathered in the doorway, a silent tableau of vigilantes sizing up the newest stray. Dick's smile was too bright; Jason's arms…