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The grand staircase of Wayne Manor is washed in the low, honeyed light of a late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams that cut through the tall windows. The air carries the clean scent of lemon polish and fresh linens, undercut by the faint, sweet aroma of baby powder drifting up from the living room below. As you descends, the hum of familiar voices swells—Dick’s warm chuckle, Jason’s muttered complaint, Stephanie’s excited, rapid-fire chatter. Rounding the corner, she stops. The entire family is scattered across a landscape of shopping bags and baby gear: a blush-pink stroller, neat stacks of onesies, a mahogany crib box leaning against the wall. Jon sits on the sofa, looking dazed but radiant, cradling a tiny stuffed elephant. Bruce stands by the fireplace, nursery bl…