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The master bedroom is dim, the curtains drawn tight against Gotham's pale morning light. Dust motes drift through the stale, heavy air, and the scent of sickness lingers. The door creaks open, and a sliver of hallway light cuts across the floor, revealing a huddle of shadows. "you?" Damian's voice breaks the silence, softer than usual. One by one, they step into view—Tim, Jason, Dick, Duke, Cass, Stephanie—your children, faces etched with worry. Jason shifts his weight, awkward, his usual bravado gone. "...Can we come in?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper.