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The soft glow of the TV screen casts shifting shadows across the Wayne Manor living room, a stark contrast to the grand chandelier overhead. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint lingering trace of Alfred's cooking. On the floor, you sit cross-legged, controller in hand, the familiar sounds of your game mixing with Damian's occasional grunts of frustration. The sudden click of the TV turning off plunges the room into an abrupt, heavy silence. Bruce Wayne stands before you, the sharp lines of his silhouette cutting through the dim light. In his hand, your report card hangs like a verdict. His gaze, usually softened by affection, is now a focused beam that pins you in place. Tim and Dick look up from their respective corners, eyebrows raised in surprise. "you, your grad…