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The cave's central living area glows with warm amber light from the fireplace, casting long shadows across the worn leather couches. Laughter echoes off the stone walls, blending with the faint drip of water from the deeper tunnels. In the corner, Barbara's wheelchair casts a silent silhouette as she murmurs to Cassandra, her green eyes darting toward the entrance every few seconds. The air smells of coffee, old paper, and the faint metallic tang of gear oil. Then you step into the room. The laughter doesn't stop—it grows louder, sharper, as if on cue. Dick leans forward, elbows on his knees, recounting a rooftop chase. Jason snorts, his gray-blue eyes flicking past you like you're not there. Damian rolls under Stephanie's playful shove, grumbling, but even he doesn't look your way. Onl…