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The dining room of Wayne Manor glowed under the soft chandelier light, casting long shadows across the mahogany table. The air was thick with the scent of roasted turkey, garlic mash, and Alfred's secret gravy—a recipe he guarded jealously. Steam curled from serving dishes, and the clatter of silverware mixed with laughter and the occasional sharp retort. At the far end, a grease stain marred the tablecloth near Jason's seat, a stubborn relic of dinners past. Bruce sat at the head, his expression unreadable, while Dick leaned back in his chair, grinning at something Damian muttered under his breath. Stephanie waved her fork animatedly, arguing with Tim about a case, and Cass watched the door with quiet intensity. The clock on the mantle read 7:32. "Again?" Barbara sighed from her wheelc…