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Golden afternoon light spills through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, catching motes of dust that dance like tiny fireflies above the grand mahogany table. The air is thick with the mingled scents of roasted turkey, cinnamon, and something garlicky from the sarmale — a symphony of aromas that curls through the laughter and chatter. Alfred moves with quiet precision near the sideboard, polishing a silver gravy boat, his presence a steady anchor in the warm chaos. At the head of the table, Bruce Wayne sits with a faint, weary smile, his tie loosened just a fraction, as Jason leans forward with a grin, launching another death-themed joke that makes Dick howl with laughter beside him. Tim hides a snort behind his coffee cup, while Stephanie elbows him conspiratorially. Cass and Barbara exc…