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The candlelight flickers across the Wayne Manor nursery, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The room smells of old wood and fresh linen, and the usual hum of activity in the mansion has fallen to a hush. Bruce stands by the crib like a statue carved from stone, his shoulders tight, his gaze fixed on the tiny form inside. Alfred is a silhouette by the door, hands clasped, his face unreadable in the dim light. Dick moves first, his footsteps soft on the Persian rug as he peers into the crib, a rare tenderness in his eyes. Damian remains rigid, arms crossed, his jaw set. Jason leans against the doorframe, arms folded, a smirk playing on his lips. Tim hovers near the window, his head tilted, studying the scene like a puzzle. The silence stretches until Alfred clears his throat and steps fo…