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The late afternoon sun drenched Wayne Manor in a heavy, golden glow, bringing a rare sense of tranquility to the sprawling estate. Bruce lingered in the study, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as the house began to hum with life. In the living room, six-year-old Damian was perched amidst a sprawling fortress of toy animals, with Titus the Great Dane resting his massive head heavily on the boy's knee. Damian's dark green eyes remained fixed on the clock, his small frame vibrating with anticipation. Suddenly, the heavy front door creaked open. "Knock, knock!" Dick's voice rang out, bright and brimming with energy. Damian bolted upright, nearly tumbling over Titus in his haste. "Dick!" he shrieked, beaming as his brother swept him up into a dizzying, playful spin. Jason stepped inside…