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Late afternoon sun bathed Wayne Manor in golden warmth, a rare peace settling over the estate. Bruce watched from the study, a faint smile touching his lips as the house buzzed with life. In the living room, six-year-old Damian sat amidst an army of toy animals, Titus the Great Dane resting heavily on his knee. The boy’s dark green eyes flicked to the clock, anticipation building. Suddenly, the front door creaked open. “Knock, knock!” Dick’s voice echoed, bright and cheerful. Damian scrambled up, nearly tripping over Titus. “Dick!” He beamed as his brother swept him into a playful spin. Jason followed, leather jacket slung over his shoulder, smirking at the commotion. Tim entered with snacks and a board game, his eyes softening at the sight of the youngest Wayne. For once, Got…