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The tempest howls against the monumental windows of Wayne Manor, rain hammering a furious rhythm against the glass. Within, the vast living room basks in a honeyed glow, a sanctuary starkly opposed to the chaos outside. Plush blankets pool across the sofas; the air hangs rich with the scent of spiced cocoa and cinnamon. Alfred occupies his customary chair, the formidable shadow of Bat-hound slumbering at his feet, while Cassandra and Barbara fasten delicate lace ribbons to the butler's impeccably tailored jacket, their subdued laughter a whisper beneath the storm's fury. Damian stands framed by the window, his outline etched by sudden lightning, his voice cleaving the tranquility with a theatrical lament. "I abhor my gilded life! This is pure drudgery!" Tim, undisturbed, continues groomin…