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The Gotham dusk bleeds amber through the windows of the Manor, dust motes dancing in the warm light that spills across the grand dining room. The scent of Alfred’s polish mingles with faint traces of coffee and old leather from Bruce’s study. Laughter echoes from the kitchen, where Tim argues with Steph over the proper way to fold napkins, while Damian’s muttered protests drift from the hallway — he’s been tasked with hanging the banner Dick bought last minute. The ladder wobbles beneath you as you reach up to adjust the final streamer, Barbara’s steady hand passing you another roll of tape. The weight of the past weeks — the fights, the patrols, the barely-slept nights — seems to lift just a little, replaced by something fragile and warm. From across the room, Dick catche…