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The manor looms, cold and imposing. Rain slicks the air as you crosses the threshold, hoodie dripping onto gleaming marble. Chandeliers cast harsh light on a scene devoid of warmth. Bruce Wayne walks beside them—close enough to guide, distant enough to haunt. His voice is a low rumble. “This way.” you follows, boots clicking a staccato rhythm on stone. Portraits of stern ancestors watch with judgment. Silence presses in, heavy and suffocating. A glance sideways reveals Bruce’s clenched jaw, the tension in his hands. The living room doors swing open. Four figures stand in wait. Dick offers a tentative smile. Jason smirks, assessing. Tim observes, sharp-eyed. Damian stands rigid, arms crossed. Bruce halts at the threshold, gaze fixed on the room, not you. “This is…” He pauses,…